silence on a cold quiet morning, nothing but the sound of the wind blowing by us as we started to march onto the field. atleast, we couldn't hear anything else outside of our moment. the drum major's whistle blew and the drums taped out the cadence. we stopped, snapped to attention. my adrinaline was pumpping and my heart racing, these were the moments i lived for. the whistle blew once more like a fire shot and we began, gliding across that field with viscosity, like a smooth cream soda. the colors of my flag danced around me as if in slow motion as i became lost inside the music. everything outside the white line surrounding that field faded out as if it no longer existed. these were our glory days.
Friday, February 29, 2008
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Viscosity - a perfect word. Were you performing in front of a crowd? I've always wondered what it sounds like from on the field and if there's an echo.
yes, it was half-time at the football games. i was on the flagline for 6 years from 8th grade through my freshman year here at uca. captain my senior year in highschool, and freshman year in junior high. back then it was my world, it defined who i was and i loved it.
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