There is something about marching in my college band and not with my Tiger Band family that stirs up swelling emotion inside of me.
I sat in the bleachers at our first performance today, thought back on competitions before and looked down at my red uniform. All I could think was that I wished it was the purple and white I'd worn before. Thinking about the love I have for the family that gave me my first 4 years of musical experience, I teared up. Right there in all of the excitement and fun, I just teared up and thought back on the group I love so dearly.
I went to a Tigers game last weekend too. Watching the show was cool, hugging old friends was great, but the rain drove the band inside and I followed. They began to play pep tunes as loud as they could in the cement tunnel rousing up the student section. It was little spontaneous moments and memories like that I miss so much. Once again, amidst excitement, I began to cry.
I don't understand how I can adjust so well to school, and not feel one bit of homesickness, but once I'm in a band rehearsal here, a new form of home sickness happens and I can't help but wish my High School director was up on the tower, and I was amidst a sea of purple, not red.
Now before someone here at school gets upset, I don't have anything against this college band, it just isn't my family, or a replacement for my family. I can say, "maybe one day", but right now that seems impossible. The Tiger Band is my band family; past, present, and future.
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