Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Things You Probably Don't Want to Know About Megg: Marching Band
I was the BIGGEST marching band nerd you could ever meet and I was proud of it. In 8th grade, I was too young for marching band but I volunteered to be a roadie. I ran around the football field setting flags for the girls in color guard dreaming of the day I would be one of them.
Fast forward one year and yes, I'd made it. I joined the color guard. Sophomore year I became color guard captain. Yes, I was that awesome at twirling flags and fake rifles. Sadly an injury, a marching band injury no less, cut my guard aspirations short.
My junior year I played my piccolo in marching band. Our show had a James Bond theme. You know that awesome high-pitch riff in Live & Let Die? Yeah, baby, that was me on piccolo. As the end of junior year approached and I heard there would be an opening for drum major I knew my time had come.
I tried out and became the lead drum major for my senior year. My mom tells me the band director told her I was by far the best audition (no, I wasn't the only one - there were actually quite a few). Nothing could have made me prouder. Seriously.
What's weird is that since then I've had many, many dreams about high school, and marching band specifically. And in every single dream I quit band my senior year. Weird, right? I don't know why either.
You'd think that since I've been out of high school for more than twenty years, I let go of my love of marching band. Nope. In fact a couple years ago I was outside sweeping my driveway. I felt the broom handle in my hands, so familiar to the size of the flags I used to twirl - and I did it. In my driveway, where I thought no one could see me because they were all at work, I let loose. I flipped that broom up into the air, spun around, caught it, and posed. I knew I still had it and was so excited until I heard a light cough behind me. My neighbor had come outside. He chuckled and said, "I see somebody used to be in marching band." I smiled, winked, and twirled the broom some more. ;)