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Sup everyone, my home team (Music City Drum Corps) is trying to get back on the field for the 2014 season by hardcore fundraising. If you click here, it will open a new window to AmazonSmile. It’s this thing where you buy something and 0.5% of those funds go back to MCDC. If you’re doing some holiday shopping on Amazon, bookmark this page so that you can give some cash back to Music City. So please help NashCorps get back out there!
I was really conflicted about if I should make this post or not, but I think it’s a really important thing.
Today, my band headed to our final band contest of the year, about a 100 minute drive away. I was listening to music on the way there, and ended up falling asleep. When I woke up, the director on our bus told us to get off the bus, and something was smelling strange. In the confused rush, all I managed to bring was my phone.
It never entered my mind that I would never see the stuff on that bus again.
The back of the bus was smoking, but still I assumed it was minor. Then, flames became visible and the smoke thickened, soon the entire bus was flaming
My instrument, my uniform, my APUSH textbook, and a lot of personal items were on that bus, as were the items of many others. Some things from under the bus were thrown out, but everything on the bus was lost.
We waited on the side of the highway far away from the fire, no one was hurt.
A public school bus from a near town was transported to us, and we took that bus to the site of our contest where we would figure out what we were doing and meet up with the other two busses.
When we got to contest, we decided that we would march. We worked so hard for this moment all season, and had come so far.
We didn’t march in uniform, we marched in our shorts and band shirts. Many of us didn’t have instruments, and we were able to borrow instruments from the students of other schools. They gave us clarinets, a trumpet, mellophone, saxophones, a sousaphone, and like eight flutes.
It was because of these school we marched. We got straight superior ratings from the judges, something I have never experienced.
But honestly, almost no one shows up to watch our regional contest, but so many people came out to support us from other bands and there was nothing like hearing them cheer for us.
I might have shed a few tears.
And I still don’t have a uniform, and my belongings are gone forever. The very first flute I started with eight years ago is gone.
But it doesn’t matter to me.
So much more happened this day.
Last year we didn’t get superior ratings, and this year we have a shot at sweepstakes.
Marching band isn’t just a family, it’s a whole network of families. No matter where you are, marching band is marching band, and through all these years, I only realized that today.
I could never give enough thanks to everyone who made it possible for us to make the best of our bad situation. Our band could have fallen apart and bombed that performance and no one would have blamed us. I have never had so much pride and so much faith in humanity.
I’m glad you guys are safe and I am very proud of you guys for being able to beat the odds and move forward. This is what band is about and I am deeply inspired by your band’s commitment and determination. <3
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