Through the Eyes of the Colorguard

I grip the cold metal pole nervously in my clammy hands

"Going to Finals" we were told

We step into place on

the enormous battle field called the Metrodome

Ten seconds until we start

I had traveled 914 miles for this

Invested countless hours

could NOT lose my focus now

Five seconds

The front ensemble is beginning to play

Our Drum Major salutes the crowd

Three seconds

One

I am fighting in the way only a dancer can fight

Focusing on footwork and forgetting arms

Time for the real work to begin

I pick up my flag

It starts to whirl, twirl and toss itself into the air 

I know my flag so well

The flag and I are one

until I dropped it

First movement done

Solid start

One third of the way done

It only gets harder from here

Second movement is slower, bigger and better

More fluid flag work

more pleasing to the eyes

until I dropped it

Second movement done

Shaky, but steady middle

Time for the hardest piece of all

Bigger tosses

Grander motions

Faster tempo, no room for mistakes

But then, I dropped it

Still I finished strong

As did everyone

Third movement done

Fantastic finale

Awards ceremony proved my deepest thoughts to be true

we received Grand Champion

but not without the price and pain

and embarrassment of dropping.

Reviews

[Saddam]

Faster tempo, no room for mistakes
But then, I dropped it
Still I finished strong
As did everyone.

Itresting story line. I like most second one.

[Mandy Rose]

Thanks so much!