I always fall in love at band competitions.
Maybe it’s the fall weather,
or being surrounded by like-minded people
or maybe it’s just the magic of marching band.
Maybe it’s the adrenaline rushing through your veins
just before you walk out onto the field.
Maybe it’s knowing that you’ve spent hundreds of minutes
for the fifteen-minute performance of your life.
Marching band is practicing for hours on end
through blood, sweat, and tears.
It’s hearing that one section of music
that makes you picture you’re in a stadium.
Maybe it’s seeing all the time and energy
come together and finally be worth it.
Maybe it’s realizing that you’re part of something bigger
and that by playing music you can change the world
one note at a time.
Something about being at band competitions
makes me fall in love
but I think I am more in love with the music
than with the people.