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Perfection

December 17, 2013
By Shelby_k249 BRONZE, Mt. Prospect, Illinois
Shelby_k249 BRONZE, Mt. Prospect, Illinois
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Silence across the football field
Band members stand filled with uncertainty
Thinking through their charts
listening to the clicks from the metronome
Waiting until count eight to move
Slowly raising instruments to attention
Eight clicks go by and you begin to move
You march to a new chart and stop for a four-count hold
Horns snap up and begin playing loudly
The stadium fills with warm music
You march
Looking at the field markings, back up to the drum majors
High notes pass throughout every section
Flags and rifles spin high in the air
The color guard catches everything
The band stops playing
The show ends with a BANG!
Silence
Then...
The crowd roars


The author's comments:
I wrote this poem after my last marching band performance.

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