Drama in the Band Room

    I don’t really remember when it started but I always loved music and knew when it finally came time for high school. I know I wanted to be part of the marching band. My parents used to tell me that I was constantly banging on things around the house too see if they make noise or not. When fifth grade came around and people were trying out different instruments that they made want to learn to play the next. I came home with a set of drum sticks and begged them to let me join the band. Which they did and long and behold I was actually pretty good at it. So good in fact that my teacher let me do a solo for the OMEA contest as a sophomore was amazing. I think all the practicing drove my parents crazy. However, there was one other drummer who constantly went back and forth with me. Changing me for my chair and now as I look back on everything. It amazes me how far he was willing to go to get my spot.      The teacher had told us if anything happened that I could not play he would do my solo. While at school one day as I was locking up the instrument up in my locker Jackson comes up and slams the door shut right on my hand so he could get to him. Or so he told the teachers. But I knew the truth even if I couldn’t prove it. He ends up with my solo and I end up with three broken fingers. It's been a year since then and I have not played a sign note.      Mathew, my bestie since childhood had convinced me that for the next marching season to join him on the color guard. He had done it since freshman year and taught me a thing or two here and there. It was not long before I found a new love in this and it was a way to stay in the marching band. However, the tensions between the guard and the drumline had never been so bad after all Jackson was on the line. Much to my surprise, I was actually pretty good at it too. I think even surprised Mat a little bit too.