For seven years King Ralph and I have sat quiet on the bleachers--sweating and freezing--watching marching band field shows at half time and at competitions. It started with Princess A tooting her flute out there on the field. Trying to keep our eyes on Princess A in a mass of nearly 200 like looking friends, as if we were playing the shell game on the jumbo tron at the ball park, had its challenge. Then came M. She joined the club spinning her flags, saber and rifle-- which was so much easier to keep the proud eyes on.
Last night the era of competitions came to its end. The final competition in which I can take claim to having a kid of my own out there doing it for the team. I was a bit ferklempted...okay a lot ferklempted. I was never emotional when Princess A performed her final competition, maybe because I knew it wasn't "the end." But my M, she drew out from me emotions that I must have been tucking away. Saving for the end? Whatever the reason my eyeballs floated in a well of water. Especially when the rose swing flags separate.
Corny? Parental pride? Whatever you call it, call it from the heart.
I present to you for your viewing pleasure a third place finish, with a score of 82.45 at Greater St. Louis Marching Band Festival. The competition was incredible in the Gold Division, third place is taken with pride. The kids had a couple of phasing issues and a dynamic problem in the second tune...there was that one flag drop, but they all brought their game and rocked the house. Heck we are proud!
Thanks Princess A, thanks M for finding where you fit in at your high school, your nitch, giving us something to take up our time on the Fall weekends for the last seven years and watching you shine.
(side note: King Ralph may be issued a VIP (video in possession) for this recording. So consider yourself watching a top secret video. hehehe)