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Remembering the Past…

My heartbeat feels like a drum cadence in my chest
My mind goes over everything as I stand there like the rest
So nervous sometimes it’s hard to breath
To hear the crowd screaming- screaming for me
There goes count, Knowing what comes next
Up go the horns and in goes the first breath….

From deep in my body comes the first sound
building slowly but surely till it’s time to turn around
Starting from a whisper and ending at a roar
Drowning out the screams I had heard moments before…

As we move away from our opening impact
My brain goes into auto-pilot, knowing exactly how to react.
Gliding smoothly across the grass- energy level at full blast
Electrifying the audience up to the very last.

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more to come…

and a few more

Here’s a few more flyers for Impact By Design.
(I just want to say, I’m not implying anything of either of the groups pictured- the images just happened to fit what I was looking for.)

And now it has a face

My Marching Band drill design company that is.
check it out-

One step closer to reality.

“When love and skill come together, expect a masterpiece”

Practical Joker Supreme

Another week, another week closer to November 15th…. and going to Moscow for the BSU-UI game.

Tonight I would have to classify as a great night- Caldwell’s show is coming together- slowly and surely. I have to admit that it’s always weird for me to watch something I’ve written being executed on the field. I’ve learned a lot for only writing half of the show.

Anyways, After the game- which caldwell lost- I went out for a drink at orphan annies with the pappins. Immediately after we sat down it was determined that we needed to call Nick and let him know what he was missing out on.

As we were calling Nick with his sister’s (who was sitting next to me) cell phone- their mom leaned over the table and said “you two should pretend like you’re dating”… I was a little surprised- but immediately fell into the roll. I wish I could have seen Nick’s face when I delivered the news. He was stunned- it was amazing!

I don’t know if it was more surprising that I was out drinking with his parents or if it was that I was supposedly “dating his sister”.

God, I just cant get over how much fun that was…. totally made my night.

End of an Era?

Tonight, I’ve been working on my schedule for next fall and I came to a tough realization.. I can get the classes and professors I want Or… I can do marching band.

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Joining The 11th Cavalry

Today I’ve exchanged several phone calls and e-mails with the Brass Caption Head from the Troopers and we talked through several things about myself joining the troopers.

I let him know that I wont be able to make this weekends camp, however I told him I would send an audition tape with Jake and the rest of the crew to the camp and definitely make it to the next camp in April. He told me he wanted me to put my best attempt into the audition and that it did not have to be polished and perfect. Just enough to see that I have skills for him to mold and work with.

We both agreed that I wasn’t an official (contracted) member of the Troopers until I get through the camp in April. He did however say that I will be penciled into the hornline spot.

I talked to my boss at work and let her know what’s happened and after a 20 minute conversation, She said she supported my decision and that I would have a job when I got back in august. That made me feel good.

The excitement and the “Impulsive YES syndrome” has worn off and I’ve taken most of last night and today to think about it, and emotionally I’ve waffled a few times, but after talking with Scott (the caption head) I feel really good about this decision. When he said, “We will work with you- You do not have to be perfect”, it clinched that I can and will get though this.

I’ve got a long road ahead, and quite the challenge to shake the rust off and get in better shape. But I am up to it.