Caught up on corps
I’ve been lying in bed attempting to fall asleep for far too long and all I can think of is my corps family.
This last weekend there were so many brass camps, and I so wish I could have been a part of that experience.
I miss Danielle and her crazy good jazz running and badass attitude. Not to mention her gorgeous smile and amazing ability to make anyone around her push just another 5% even when they think they can’t.
I miss perks-of-a-euphonium, Russell, and how he hates cheese crackers. As well as his crazy effort that he put into the show when he hopped in halfway through the season.
I miss Jaime and his constant craziness. FP!
And on top of that, almost breaking his back and atill marching. Seriously… That guy is a tank.
I miss Eliza and her constant ability to be incredibly terrifying and inspiring at the same time. She is a badass.
I miss the little pieces of football fields in my shoes.
I miss the constant reminder to NOT FORGET TO EAT FIRST.
I miss waking up in a new place every morning, with a whole New stage to perform on in the evening.
I miss my Denison days and the STUPID mount of hills.
I miss the weird late night bus convos and the long lines at gas stations.
I miss the smell of semis in the lot after shows. The strange mix of every food truck and the hot asphalt, mixed with hundreds of corps members post show zest.
I miss the view of the horn circle and Derek’s crazy antics.
I miss the sun across my back with shorts rolled up and straps down.
I miss the rush of wind as another member rushes by you, set to set.
I miss the myriad of sound that passes your ears as you make your way around the field.
I miss the burn in my chest after a good run of the show, arms & legs quivering, and mind filled with adrenaline.
I miss Willies post show circle ups and story times.
I miss drum corps.
I could go on forever.
I wish, I wish, I was in that field this summer.
Summer 2015 could not come sooner.