10/29/00
Last night was the craziest thing I've been subject too since the Washington DC trip with the band. On the way there everything was calm, people playing cards and I was sitting listening to music and reading a book. *i know how dorky that must sound* The peacefull way there, though, was the oddity of the night, because as soon as we arrived EVERYTHING changed.
Everyone was in a rush! Where's my comb?! Are those mine?! Give me my bag!! It was chaos in the tightly packed dressing rooms.......and there was only ONE bathroom.....one bathroom to 40+ girls, now that's a joke if I've ever heard one. The rooms were so hot as we put on our uniforms....the long pants, and the heavy jackets, you could see people sweating it already, we could only imagine the feeling of once we got outside.
Things did slow down outside, just a bit. We put our belongings on the bus, got some water and went to perform, but the performance was a completely alien experience for me. There we were, marching onto the feild of some place we didn't know about to march our show. I had prayed the night before for us to have a good show, wished on a shooting star, and had a prayer in my pocket......and i'm not religious. We took the field as normal, warmed up as normal, and then we went to our "random" spots. everything was just like that morning, only better, we had finally made a little bit of something out of our show, we felt good about what we were doing. There was one odd thing though, something that made me feel very uncomfortable...the judges out of their seats and walking about us, between us, around us....some people even have goals to hit one of these guys. In fact, when I was going through my pass with the drummers Mike and Kevin they were trying to hit a judge.....and I was fearing for my life when they didn't open my spot untill the very last second.
The show was gone as soon as it came, or so it seemed, and we couldn't change it then, what was done was done no matter what. We marched off the field, we took pictures....and then we changed into our travel uniforms. The hard part was over, now we were just spectators. We saw many good bands, a few not so good, and one that rocked the world of any other band there, and the awards they received proved that not only an asumption in our band, but everyone thought so.
The ride home was aweful, there I was with a head-ache, trying to listen to my music, and the whole way home all I could hear was the screaming of the people behind me. The shreaked song after song, and I could swear my head was about to explode....and I had an hour to endure this. But none of this was the highlight of the evening, we were all waiting to leave *our bus was next to a charter bus* and we saw this guy without his shirt on *he was good looking*. Soon every girls attention was fixed on this guy, we were all screaming and waving money out the bus, and when he finally noticed he started to smudge his butt on the window *we screamed louder* and kiss the window....heck he even gave us his number....but I swear that I didn't take it down.
Well there's about the wildest day of my weekend, I hope you enjoyed hearing about it....ta,ta