Okay, so, last night, there was the homecoming football game for my school, so the band was there to do the half-time show. Color guard had learned more of the last movement, and we did our work pretty well, although the flags I was using were weighted weirdly and sucked. (there is a crappy one for Spain, and we all had our own special ones for Swing Swing Swing, but we traded to make it look different, and the flag I was using was different from the one I'm used to.) But I don't care, because you know what?
I talked to Ben.
Yep, I've achieved the goal that I made at the beginning of this season, and I had achieved it.
So what did we say?
To be honest, the conversations were like tiny three or four lines of dialogue. And there were sort of responses to each other in group conversations.
I forget some of the mini-conversations that we had, but I remember hitting him with a flag (by accident! I swear! And it was only a tap because I was walking by! *embarrassed*) and since there was a big pizza dinner thing for the high schoolers and middle school band people, there was leftover pizza, and Amber was all, "I want some!" and out of nowhere, he handed her a piece, and I was all "Magic pizza!!" (I had just performed and I was hyper) and everyone around laughed.
And then I was talking to a friend of mine in concert band, and a flute from marching band. My concert band friend, a sax, wondered if we were marching back to the stands after our break, and the flute answered no, and I asked if she had learned how to roll her feet. She didn’t know what that was, so the flute and I started to explain and demonstrate.
Then Ben comes up, overhearing us, and demonstrates marching backwards. “Slide, slide slide....”
“Marching backwards is fun.”
“Yeah, it is.”
Then we all get to the stands and I sat in front of a few sophomores that I became friends with in band camp, and it was starting to pour. Good thing we all had our raincoats. Ben and some pit people were sitting on front of me, and I was almost directly behind him, but sort of at an angle. Randomly, Emily, one of the sophomores, puts her shako (band hat) on his head backwards, and he just didn’t know it. And so we were jokingly commenting on how smexy he looked with the backwards shako. And then Emily asks him if he got a haircut (which he did) and was saying how he looked different, and I commented that it looked good. He smiled and thanked me, and then everyone went back to watching the game.
So, I’ve been trying not to get my hopes up or to get too spastic or anything, but I’m just happy that I actually got to talk to him, and that I know he knows I exist.
But today wasn’t as good; pit was working in one room, guard in another, and we finished the last movement, but we need to do a lot of cleaning up. And I was in so much physical pain that I almost cried during one really fast part that I wasn’t able to put to the fast beat of the music. So, I didn’t get to talk to him again today, because for almost the entire practice, guard was inside, but when we got out to the field (or parking lot today, since it was raining slightly and the field was too wet) guard started doing our stuff, and when we were doing a run-through of the entire show, the pit people were out there to watch, and though I wasn’t looking at them because my eyes were on the drum major (like I was supposed to do, so good for me) I think that he may have glanced at me a few times. I don’t know.
Oh, and on a side note, we have no bari-sax for the rest of the season because Damian did something stupid, or his friend ended up doing something stupid at the pep rally, and now he has a broken nose. That sucks. Some people say that we’re better off without him because he sucked at marching and playing the bari-sax, but he’s kind of my friend, and I’m still worried about him, thought the band director has heard from him and he’s alright.
So we have no bari-sax for the rest of the season, since our last show in next week.
Next week: Montville! Our last competition this season, and my last time performing together with my brother for a competition, since he’s graduating this year.
Goals: Longer, more in-depth conversations with you-know-who, getting the stuff for Old Man River/That Ol' Black Magic down, getting is at a fast enough tempo, marching at the same time, not killing anyone during the next few days, copying my story document from my laptop onto my main computer, and getting best color guard and best in show for next week.
For my brother, for my band, for my section, and for me, this is Horse, never giving up, never backing down, and never going to surrender, signing out.
Katie Sea Community Member 
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