ShiroAmashi

This. It all came down to this. "Okay, guys," I remember hearing the band director say, "This is just like the reps we did at home, nothing's different." We all sucked in a deep breath. We'd been waiting for this moment all season. I'd tried to peek around the edge, into the entrance, but I couldn't see past our line of people. I could sense it. The adrenaline was pumping through my veins. My chest felt tight, but all I could think about was my performance. I had to be excellent. When the previous band was done, we were to step out onto the turf, and take it all in. I couldn't believe it. We were really performing in the Colts Stadium.