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Sunday, 9 October 2011
03:22:23 PM (GMT)
Yesterday was the day I realized how important music is to me, and how it has molded
me into the person I've become.
Yesterday, my high school band took a trip to UMass Amherst, a college in
northeastern Massachusetts for UMass Band Day. Band Day is when a whole bunch of
Massachusetts high school marching bands go and we all play at halftime at a football
game. It was amazing, don't get me wrong, but being able to play was definitely not
the best part. (Especially since there were only two snare drummers from my band, one
of which was myself, and for one of the songs, we both had accidentally grabbed the
quad toms part and not the snare part.)
The best part was the post game show.
the UMass band is enormous. the drumline was giant. There were at least six tubas.
And everything in between. The post game show was absolutely spectacular. The
formation movements, and the dancing, the music and its intricacy especially. If you
don't believe me, find it on youtube. I was so completely overwhelmed. I have this
habit, I call it DT (drummers' tap), and it got ten times worse last night as I sat,
holding my boyfriend's hand, trying to stop moving my feet and fingers tot he beat of
the music, composing my own drum parts. I promised myself I would stay up all night
beating up my practice pads, since, besides Fiesta, I'm the only erotic drummer the
entire school has. Yes, I'm aware that marching band is the nerdiest of the nerdy,
but it is such an honor to be part of one, and it gives me this rush. 
for the entire hour and a half busride home, I sat, literally cuddling with my
boyfriend, still tapping my feet and wiggling my fingers. Every time I close my eyes,
I can see colors moving in marching band formation. I hear tapping and drumlines in
my head, and all I really want to do is spend all of the rest of my life at my
drumset and with my practice pads.
My parents wouldn't dare support that.
Or me, for that matter.
But what happened afterwards and this morning is quite a different matter.
All in all, I've decided that music is what makes up the fibers of my being. And if
for some reason, I can't grow up to help people, I will undoubtedly be some kind of
percussion teacher. Or drum major. Or marching director.
G'day, all.

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