Let's recreate
The beautiful moment
That I believe
I fell in love with you.
It was November the second,
Two thousand thirteen
And of all days,
It was a band competition.
An important one,
A Bands of America Regional
In the lovely
St. George, Utah.
I don't remember the weather,
And I don't know whether
Or not it's the same for you,
But this is what I recollect:
We had performed in finals,
As we were so surprised to do so
Our preliminary performance
Not being so great.
But finals was great.
It was my best performance so far
And that feeling I felt
When I stepped off that turf;
Magical.
We put our instruments onto our semi
"Optimus Pride," as we call it
We put our hats away
And received instructions to go get dinner.
I found you immediately
I believe promising you to hang out
After we stepped off
So I could tell you how everything would go down
You're a freshman, after all
Your first BOA.
I had been telling you all sorts of little
Tips and tricks this season anyway
And you were willing to listen and take heed.
Anyway,
We met up.
And we both felt this
Hype.
A most magical Hype.
A high higher than any high from any drug
And we were crazed;
Band does this sort of thing so some, such as us.
And so we went around
Hugging others who were also feeling the Hype
And talking about hopes of high placements
For Full Retreat,
And how I had promised you
We would go around and talk to the other bands
And go meet their trombone sections
But I remember
In the Hype
The look that was in your beautiful eyes
Almost a craze
And in love sort of look.
And that was when I realized you've finally found the magic.
That was when I knew you were in love with this dorky activity
Just as much as I.
And that was what made me fall in love with you.
That look.
And it wasn't even reserved for me
But I knew you felt passionate about something
That I too felt passion for.
That look.
Now that I've been thinking about it,
I can't get it out of my head.
That look.
Now that I've been thinking about it,
I realized I haven't seen it since then
For whatever reason.
And I miss it.
I want to see it again.
I need to see it again.
And it is lovely and all what that look was originally meant for
But I'm hopelessly wishing
That that look could
Be reserved for me
And that that look meant that
You were in love with me.
But of course,
Things almost never work in my favor,
And that's okay
I'll get over it
And until then,
I'll see that look
Whenever I close my eyes
And relish the memories I have
Of that wonderful
Autumn day.
That you for sharing that moment with me.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
Let's recreate
The beautiful moment
That I believe
I fell in love with you.
It was November the second,
Two thousand thirteen
And of all days,
It was a band competition.
An important one,
A Bands of America Regional
In the lovely
St. George, Utah.
I don't remember the weather,
And I don't know whether
Or not it's the same for you,
But this is what I recollect:
We had performed in finals,
As we were so surprised to do so
Our preliminary performance
Not being so great.
But finals was great.
It was my best performance so far
And that feeling I felt
When I stepped off that turf;
Magical.
We put our instruments onto our semi
"Optimus Pride," as we call it
We put our hats away
And received instructions to go get dinner.
I found you immediately
I believe promising you to hang out
After we stepped off
So I could tell you how everything would go down
You're a freshman, after all
Your first BOA.
I had been telling you all sorts of little
Tips and tricks this season anyway
And you were willing to listen and take heed.
Anyway,
We met up.
And we both felt this
Hype.
A most magical Hype.
A high higher than any high from any drug
And we were crazed;
Band does this sort of thing so some, such as us.
And so we went around
Hugging others who were also feeling the Hype
And talking about hopes of high placements
For Full Retreat,
And how I had promised you
We would go around and talk to the other bands
And go meet their trombone sections
But I remember
In the Hype
The look that was in your beautiful eyes
Almost a craze
And in love sort of look.
And that was when I realized you've finally found the magic.
That was when I knew you were in love with this dorky activity
Just as much as I.
And that was what made me fall in love with you.
That look.
And it wasn't even reserved for me
But I knew you felt passionate about something
That I too felt passion for.
That look.
Now that I've been thinking about it,
I can't get it out of my head.
That look.
Now that I've been thinking about it,
I realized I haven't seen it since then
For whatever reason.
And I miss it.
I want to see it again.
I need to see it again.
And it is lovely and all what that look was originally meant for
But I'm hopelessly wishing
That that look could
Be reserved for me
And that that look meant that
You were in love with me.
But of course,
Things almost never work in my favor,
And that's okay
I'll get over it
And until then,
I'll see that look
Whenever I close my eyes
And relish the memories I have
Of that wonderful
Autumn day.
That you for sharing that moment with me.
This is a bit of a personal one, but I was thinking about my favorite memories from this past marching season, and this one pulled up as number one. I felt the need to share this beautiful moment with you all. Enjoy.
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