So there’s this thing called marching band.
And, oh you know, it’s just kind of what I live for.
It’s not exactly the easiest thing in the world, though.
There’s early morning rehearsals. There’s outside rehearsals during the mid-day heat. Often I go to my next classes sweaty and messy.
Oh, and… there’s going to rehearsals at the same time as usual when the whole rest of the school gets to sleep in because it’s a late-start day.
Also, there’s marching all the way to the elementary school on that same morning, keeping in mind that everyone else is sleeping in, to play some songs for the kids.
It’s like I always say, You can’t spell “dedication” without the awkward misspelling of the word “dead”.
So yeah, marching band is hard work.
And what makes it all the more fun?
The fact that I decided to wear pajama pants to rehearsal, thinking that the band director would give us time to change out of our rehearsal clothes before going to the elementary.
I thought wrong.
Now, the band isn’t always the most highly-recognized school organization. And I’m certainly not one of the most highly-recognized musicians in band.
But some things, no matter what crazy form they come in, remind me why I do what I do.
So today, as I stood in front of row after row of little 5th graders, surrounded by the rest of my band family, thinking about coffee and/or sleep, dressed in pajama pants, drenched in sweat, I was reminded why I love being in band.
Lots of freshman asked me if I was embarrassed for wearing pajamas. Many people looked at me funny when I used my deepest voice to do the cheers to the drum cadences. No one asked out loud, but I’m sure some silently wondered why I was dancing so enthusiastically to the songs and cadences.
But that was the high schoolers. They weren’t the reason I was at the elementary school so early in the morning. The elementary kiddos, the little fifth graders, they were the reason for my awkward craziness.
Seeing the kids get into the cadence cheer, and clapping along to the school fight song, and singing along to Go Big Blue… it made all the hard work put into learning those things, and even learning how to play the flute from the very beginning, completely and totally worth it.
Sometimes it’s Friday night football games, other times it’s district contest; yet often times it’s the strangest things that I keep in mind to motivate me to keep my head up, reset, and try it one more time.
Also, sometimes my motivation is fear of being forced to run laps or having objects thrown at me or… you get the point 😉
Now I must go and get some sleep, I have band practice tomorrow…