Nothing feels better than the  way that the lights feel when they hit you for the first time,
every time really...
They aren't just regular lights, or the sun.
Its when you step on that football field with two hundred of your closest friends,
The feeling when you see the crowd for the first time cheering for you, only you.
The shimmering of instruments gleaming and shining all around like brand new Christmas oridments,
When you see the Drum Major's face on the jumbo-tron and nothing else matters in the world.
The first note, the first step. Finally all the hard work pays off and tonight's the last night.
Running through the show you remember all of the smallest details, the steps the notes, you don't just  go through the motions you feel the show, you live and breath  it fully for that  one night.

The last note.
All of the memories good and bad rush through your head.
You take in the crowd, the way it feels,  the way it looks.
You feel the lights, they way they feel on your skin.
You see past members, seniors, freshmen and everyone in between.
You see Luke thrusting his fists in the air cause he knows we did it.
You see Berard, Vogel,  and Greg running down the bleachers to reach us and walk us off the field.

The huddle.
We march off the field proper, collected, classy...
Once we're off  we go into the huddle, Berard says his usual, he might cry some.
But then you see that one person that made it worth wild.
You rap them into a soul crushing hug crying your eyes out.
You feel the love of your other family, possibly your only family.
Crying of joy because you know you ripped your heart up and threw it out in the field.
Crying because its over, Crying because the one your holding is the one you'll miss the most.
Its better than words, more than a feeling.
Its a life style, its your life.
Its the feeling of the lights.