Marching Band

"Field commander, is your band ready?"

Turn around. Salute.

"You may take the field for competition."

the cheery announcer shouts.

Count off. 

My heart skips a beat.

Horns up.

One, two, three...

step off.

cold brass up to my lips.

I begin to play.






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