That Moment

Marching band is my favorite part of high school so far. Learning to play trombone and marching for the first time is hard, but the rest of band makes up for it. Jokes between friends and sections, teachers with the same humor as high schoolers, and the occasional sound of a saxophone playing Careless Whisper are all a part of what makes band fun. If I ever get tired of all the four hour rehearsals we have, all I have to do is look at the trophies in the band room and remember that this is the result of our work. But one of the best parts is when the whole band is playing their instruments. When we practice on the field, there's a moment when we don’t march, we just play. If you close your eyes and listen, you forget your problems for a moment. You don’t care anymore that you’re three feet away from where you’re supposed to be, you don’t care about how tired your arms are from holding an instrument, and you don’t think about the test you have tomorrow but aren’t ready for. The music is all you hear and all you can think of when it's over is how you wanted that moment to last longer. After this we move on with our rehearsal. Nobody talks about that moment. I don’t know if they even felt it the same way I did. The directors tell us to reset or tell us how to get better on that part before moving to the next part. There are other ways to feel this moment, even if you aren’t in band. It happens when you hear or see something beautiful.