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Hi my name is Ryan Anderson, I’ve just recently been given a contract to march with the Spirit of Atlanta Drum & Bugle Corps in the baritone section this summer. For the past 2 summers, thanks to generous donations I was able to march with the Tampa Bay Thunder DCA corps. While with Thunder I ha…
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Bluecoats finals morning wake-up. Sorry it’s moving so much, I was crying like a baby. This is my family.
You know what I miss the most?
That awful, tormenting buzz of the gym lights
As they would turn on the in the morning
Waking you up and making
You hate everything.
Yeah, I know it sounds crazy
That being so miserable was probably
The single best thing about tour.
The single best part of my life.
Your face would be so swollen that it wasn’t your eyes that
Sensed the brightness of the lights—
It was your ears sensing that tormenting hum,
Arriving just when you thought you might
Actually fall into your first deep sleep of the summer.
And then the light hit you like a train.
The buzz was now completely miserating.
Your other senses would begin to awaken
Along with all your problems
As if that damn buzz caused them—
The shuffling of other corps members,
Your swollen feet, hands and face,
Your shivering skin from the almost freezing gym,
That voice in your head that kept screaming,
“NO! NO! NO!” No matter how hard you tried to fight it.
You tried to fight that voice, tried to silence it,
But it was it even yours? Or was it being echoed through the gym?
You clinged to your thin fleece blanket thinking
If you pulled a little tighter, the buzz would dissipate.
Maybe the sun just rises very early in this state,
Or maybe the lights are on an automated system.
Maybe you’re having a stroke
Or someone slipped you acid
And you’re imagining bright lights when it’s really
3am and pitch dark.
But it’s not 3am.
You saw 3am a few hours ago when you were rolling in your suitcase
And air mattress from the bus.
And you set up your bed
Brushed your teeth, if you remembered,
And attempted to fall into a slumber
As the rest of the corps put together their beds
For what seemed to take hours.
But the buzz of the lights fight every rebuttal you make.
You’ve lost, you must get up.
You’re miserable, you’re dying,
Yet almost relentlessly, as you did every day thus far,
You pop yourself out of your air mattress and
Face the day ahead of you.
You go through the
But by the time you get into morning block,
You’re a different person.
You weren’t the person you were forty-five minutes before
Trying to convince yourself that you were home
In your warm bed,
Waking up to zero responsibilities.
You’re active, you’re alive.
You’re ready for the harsh summer, harsh heat.
You’re ready for the wind to fight your equipment,
You’re ready for the conditions of the show.
You’re fighting for your life, yet loving it at the same time.
Before you know it, the entire day and night is gone.
You’re almost sleeping on the bus.
You’re clenching onto the small pillow under your head,
Hoping the ride isn’t too bumpy.
Hoping maybe tonight you’ll sleep.
Hoping you’ll fall deep enough into sleep
That you won’t wake up during the pit stop.
Hoping no one will kick you
Or that you’ll have enough leg room.
Hoping you won’t be in R.E.M. sleep
When you make it to the school.
Hoping tonight will be the night
You get plenty of floor time.
Hoping tonight you’ll be able to dream.
Suddenly a buzz fills the gym and you realize
You wasted an entire night hoping to dream
Instead of actually dreaming.
Every morning you wake up
Miserable and hopeless
And yet I miss it every day—
That tormenting buzz of the gym lights.
That buzz that made you realize
You had lost your chance to sleep well that night.
That buzz that made you realize
You had loss your chance to dream that night.
That same buzz that made you realize
It wasn’t waking you up from your chance to dream,
It was waking you up because you were living your dream.
IMMEDIATE OPENINGS FOR BARITONE AND TUBA - Low brass players, a few positions have recently opened up in the 2014 horn line. Interested individuals should contact us ASAP. Our next brass camp is just two weeks away. Join us! Let us know you are interested at email@example.com.
*This is a list of DCI shows that are available to be viewed on YouTube. Most are NOT finals quanlity, and some are just music (at standstills/just drumline parts).
of course the one glassmen show they are missing between 2005 and 2012 is the year i marched…
THIS IS A BIG DEAL.