Homecoming

the metallic crash

of cymbals

in the summer

august afternoons

working together

to make this

something

important

the deep, low rumble

of bass drums

in the band room

after school practice

trying to get our

bass drum splits

sound like

perfection

the vibrant, sharp ring

of tenors

along the track

marching ceaselessly

uniformity

is what we

came here

to master

the staccato snap

of snare drums

in the commons

the perfect ******

in the perfect roll

found nestled

within

the next try

the commanding yell

of major

tonight is it

we have been working

for weeks on end now

to make this

the best

it can be

one...

two...

dut, dut, dut, dut

our arms are screaming

after this

but this was

the best performance

we have ever done

so we cried

as we

were victors

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