Absolute Zero

November 24, 2009
By zdpotter BRONZE, Muskegon, Michigan
zdpotter BRONZE, Muskegon, Michigan
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High above the land of the enemy,
They sit on steel.
Bundled up,
Red and numb,
They can barely see past the fog onto the field.
They can be easily heard by each other,
Unanimously cursing the weather,
But are silent to those nearby.

They prepare for the moment they will make their presence known,
Pain shooting through their hands when they reach for their weapons.
They prepare to unleash their might upon the enemy,
But quickly cease fire.
The valves that control the powerful instruments are frozen in place,
Rendering any blast useless.
The band takes a few more minutes out of their time,
And precious heat from their own bodies,
To melt the ice.
For that time,
The only sound that comes out of the instruments is a soft hiss.

The author's comments:
Our football team has only once dragged the pep band with them on an away game. It was frigid, and after the band's break, I came back to my baritone to find that my valves would not budge. It was the same for the whole section. Trying to warm up our instruments without freezing our lips off before we had to play again was fun.

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