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An experience that shall never escape me is my first week of marching band camp in ninth grade. Held at my high school of the time, this two-week journey will fill your soul with glorious notes and alert your senses to the feeling of music. Everywhere you place yourself for those two weeks at camp, no matter where, you cannot get away from the essence of song and rhythm. Whether you're sitting in the heated band room with humidity that resembles walking through an ocean or on break for fifthteen minutes smoking harsh cigarettes fast enough to also get a refreshing drink of water that cools and moisturizes a heat-smacked throat, the music is everywhere, and everything is in some way associated to the music, even the pitcher's mound of the baseball field as it kicked up sand as we traversed across it during practice. Upon entering the school which reminds one of an ancient Greek temple with it's cracked pillars, but still beautiful structure, the all too familiar scent of wet paint rushes into your nose as you gaze around to look at the dusty floor and bare walls that will become covered in student propaganda like some silly mosaic. As you climb the chipped marble staircase, stray notes begin to stimulate your ears like that
Friday of the last week is when we have our first show for our parents and friends. Scared, nervous, tense, anxious, are words that cannot even begin to describe the feeling of your first show in front of a crowd of people. Of course you don't want to perform, but deep down inside you have this burning desire to show everyone what two weeks of sweating hard work can amount to. You really don't realize actually how many people can fill up four bleachers until it's too late. So here we are marching out into the field in single file and on step like cartoon ants. My parents, some of my closest friends, and about two hundred other total strangers are waiting for us to put on a show for them. I march out to my space on the home side hash-mark of the twenty yard-line and prepare for my destiny the way some death-row inmates prepare for that day. I prayed that I would have total usage of my legs when the show started because standing there, I felt as thought they were cemented to the ground. Once the show started though, the strangest feeling came over me like I didn't even have to remember the routine; I just knew it through and through, which cascaded me with a tidal wave of pride that I have never experienced before. When the members first get their music, which is always somewhat challenging, there is, at first, a unified look of confusion around the room so much that you can almost taste the uneasiness. When we begin playing, the music s
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