My OperaThe Heat is On!
Wednesday, November 21, 2007 5:54:30 PM
That first week was brutal. The Sun had never proven itself more intense. By the end of every after-school rehearsal, water was the only thing to think about. It was all you ever wanted during these times. Water to equally balance the intake of itself and the heat. But of course, the heat was still always there rotting away personality and motivation. By the end of practice, you were always a different person than what you were two hours earlier. Only a good night's sleep would restore you back to your previous position.
We finally got our drill charts the next week. It was finally time to learn our show. But this drill was much harder than the previous years at Haughton High had ever been. There were 110 moves in all. 110 moves! There were only 60 charts for the band last year, but I wasn't there last year. This was my year. Nothing the band accomplished the year before applied to me. This year was my year to shine. It was our year to shine. Our only goal was to become champions.
... And we did...
to be continued...
We finally got our drill charts the next week. It was finally time to learn our show. But this drill was much harder than the previous years at Haughton High had ever been. There were 110 moves in all. 110 moves! There were only 60 charts for the band last year, but I wasn't there last year. This was my year. Nothing the band accomplished the year before applied to me. This year was my year to shine. It was our year to shine. Our only goal was to become champions.
... And we did...
to be continued...
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