Day 84. Quarterfinals. Last Quarterfinals ever. The day was going well until we got to the stadium. Morning/noon block was just percussion ensemble and then full corps ensemble. We did a recording of the show for I think dynasty? Someone recorded us. After lunch (which was chicken patties!!), we did some more percussion ensemble and then full ensemble. We were on fire today. Everything sounded amazing. We were ready to bring the heat tonight. We had an extra half hour for EPL due to rain heading to the stadium (which turned out being a bad decision). We rode the guard bus since brass and drumline rehearse off campus. I like the guard bus. It’s a different kind of energy. It’s much more together and calming and comforting. Yay all girl guard. So we get to the stadium and about 20 minutes after we get off the bus, we’re rushed to go inside since there was a biiiig storm coming. I heard something about tornado warnings. Not sure if that’s true. So we had enough time to unload and start assembling our boards and then we had to move. Some of us had everything set up, some had just an aux bar. After we pushed all our boards to a warm up area inside the stadium, we had to figure out a plan to get everything we missed. Including but not limited to: bass drums, gongs, bass and gong beaters, wind chimes, cymbals, the mixer, speakers, taikos and stands, the octapad, and the timpani cart. Needless to say it was a bit of a mission. Not to mention we still had to get in uniform. And this was about 45 minutes before our gate time. We didnt warm up. Some of us hacked on our own for like 5 minutes and we had a lil jam session going. I didnt partake in any of the other trips, but it was a little crazy. A little stressful. We didnt know if we had everything until we got to the gate. The show was good. It didnt feel real for me though. It didn’t feel like I was performing in the Lucas oil stadium. It didn’t feel like one of my last shows. It felt more technical than musical. More mechanical than expressive and passionate. Which is what this corps is all about. I saw a guy bawling his eyes out in the closer. Right in the front row. Wearing a phantom shirt. Thats when I remembered where I was, who I am, and what I’m a part of. This summer has really been something different. Something beautiful. Last night we had a little percussion bonding and I realized who I am. And who I want to be. And how this corps has changed me. Everything here is everything I aspire to be. It’s about the music. It’s about the crowd. It’s about making a difference. Its not about scores. Its not about placements. It’s about making the 15 minutes we have on the field come to life. The members are so dedicated. Our rack and synth players ran through the hallway completely drenched wearing only section shorts. While the rest of us were ready to push the gate. Their selflessness and dedication to making sure we had everything. It’s beautiful. They changed quickly and weren’t phased at all. The whole pit put on an amazing show. That’s maturity. That’s professional. That’s beautiful. Pushing to the gate and seeing the staff drenched and ready to pull the mule. Their work ethic and professionalism. Gives me something to look up to. Something beautiful. Seeing the look on the crowds faces. Seeing tears roll down their cheeks. Reminds me why I am here. There is just so much beauty in this corps. In this summer. In the people around me. It’s almost scary. To see what I’ve been missing out on. I love the phantom regiment. My only regret in life is not bein brave enough to audition here sooner. It’s amazing how much I’ve grown. After doing 4 seasons of drum corps before this. And still learning so much. It’s beautiful.
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