The summer between my freshman and sophomore years of college, I had the recurring nightmare that I would be cut from the marching band. I hadn't marched a show on the field my entire first season, and I wasn't sure which would be worse - knowing I wouldn't be performing all season, or failing the Challenges for every show.
I practiced playing, and tried to work on marching, but I didn't know anybody in South Bend who could help me. I felt like I was on my own. Brian was encouraging. Dear Brother #1 was... not.
I practiced playing, and tried to work on marching, but I didn't know anybody in South Bend who could help me. I felt like I was on my own. Brian was encouraging. Dear Brother #1 was... not.
