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my five seconds of euphoniu...er...euphoria? 10-26-'o1: 6:15pm when i went to see mead high's marching band at their homecoming game two weeks ago, john told us about his one five second marching band high. "i thought 'hey, this is pretty cool!' and then...it was over." he eventually transfered to a school with no marching band for that reason. i guess i could say that today was my five second high...ironically, it was also our last rehersal. i kind of chalk it up to the fact that it wasn't bitterly freezing cold today...or raining...or windy. and the fact that i consumed a cup of the pub's extra-death-stregnth coffee before orchestra rehersal also might have a little bit to do with it. in any case...there was no nervousness or loathing today. as i wheeled the xylophone to it's spot by the 50 yard line, i had to navigate it over a large ditch in the asphalt. i lifted one end over the rift, set it down, and began to lift the other end over when the entire "white key" part of the instrument broke off the stand on that end. "oops...i forgot that this end breaks..." i started to put it back together as devin, who had been the only one to directly witness the event, cracked up. "that was hilarious." "shut up!" i said it through laughter, though...he was completely right. and rehersal went on. i was almost shocked that i was able to take off my coat and still be comfortable...and that my hands didn't go numb to the point that my rolls sounded like a volkswagen engine running on one valve. and even though patrick came and yelled at troy and i to listen back, i played loud and hard. at one point, devin came over and whined that he wanted to play troy's part. "you don't know how it goes!" "neither do you!" devin and i said that in unison. and it was true. but while we're on the subject...neither do i, to be completely honest. "will we be able to use music tomorrow?" troy almost sounded pleading. "i don't see why not...it's not like we're being judged or anything." come on. this is college "marching band". no one cares. as we began one of our final runthroughs, patrick stepped back and lit up a cigar. and we played. the director smoking a cigar...the horns playing loud...the cymbals crashing so loud my ears rang for an hour afterward....yup. that was my moment. performance tomorrow and then...it's been real, folks. well. kinda. ←/ b a c k w a r d / f o r w a r d /→ |
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