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Descriptive Essay On A Drum Band

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The final sweat from my performance dries and I’m left with the salt that was expelled in the process, leaving an irritating trace on my skin. Listening intently to the final band of the afternoon, I can’t help but be lost in the low brass choir performing in front of me. The graceful way the baritone glided to the high notes and the falsetto of the trumpet soloist. The music is carried away by a slight breeze and in its place comes the laughter, applause, and awe of the rest of the band kids that I am happily surrounded by. Adjusting my overalls that has given me what can only be described as a band wedgie, the soft, silky grass touches my arms. Suddenly a hush falls over the crowd as the drum majors walk across the track. They are dignified, standing tall and walking in a line that would make any marching band proud. A mass chaos breaks out, and each school is trying to out cheer the other as their drum majors walks by. I couldn’t help but be caught up in the moment and scream and clap as loud as I could as I watched my drum majors pass. Then it was silent. The kind of eerie silence in horror movies right before the climactic reveal of the monster. The anticipation in the air is so thick, I could almost reach out and grab it. It's finally time. Awards.
A hush falls over the crowd as the announcer calls the first class, which is how we are group together based on school size, number of members, etc. The next class is called and the next until it's finally time for Sullivan’s. I grabbed ahold of whatever was closest and grip it close to me, because at the point, my heart is pounding so hard I was afraid it might come out of my chest. As each second drags by, I was getting closer and closer to finding out what we made. Fifth place is called. Then fourth. Then third. My hopes began to slowly fade out and I hung my head in shame after we weren’t called for second either. But not all hope is lost because against all odds, we were called for first. Without hesitation, I jump up. I was screaming, clapping, and hugging any fellow band mate I could find. My heart felt like it was soaring right out of my chest. Once the rejoicing is over, a dread set in deep in the pit of my stomach.
The seconds felt like minutes

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