When Everything Is Okay

The band is called to set.

I snap up my trumpet naturally, easily.

I fight to keep the smile from my face.

This is the thing I live for.

Even just in a parade or practice,

It keeps away the pain.

The competitions though,

Those are the best.

That anxiousness rushes as adrenaline through my veins,

Causing every hour of practice to be worth it.

Anyone who has never experienced this,

Let me tell you,

There is nothing else like it.

Nothing can beat that feeling I get.

It truly is like being high,

And even marching halfway across the field,

Backwards,

One hundred and sixty beats per minute

In way too few counts,

It is worth it.

This is my last year with this band,

But I need to join another.

I need to keep this feeling as long as I can.

With that trumpet in my hands,

Everything feels okay again.

Author's Note

I actually couldn't stop smiling just thinking about this :)

Reviews

[Admiral Kirk]

Oh dude, I really miss marching band... xD Nice. :)

[Kiara]

You were in marching band??? :) That's awesome!

[Admiral Kirk]

Haha, yeah, it was pretty cool.