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"You know, if I can survive marching band, I can survive anything." - Nellie McKay I hope that this is the case, for all of her Band. The THS Marching Band is about to have it's first Drum Major. And she is ... She is writing this right now. Sitting ontop of the faux-grass turf of the football field after a long day. A huge day filled with not only school, but with marching under the sun. Victoria is unwittingly giving birth to a story that could be grim, or most happy. She doesn't know the future but will account the past here. But why does she dare to see a story unfold as the present is fleeting her every breath? Victoria looks downward. She is sitting on the "0" of the the 50 yardline. She isn't the best Drum Major out there. I know that is just my harsh opinion but she does have her merits. She is the first. There is no one here to teach "How to be Drum Major 101" to lead the band into the field correctly, be the paragon of excellence, and be able to constantly assert themselves. Even the Band Directors doesn't know all the details. I have no doubts that with time maybe something, moderately decent will come about from her trifles.
= Foreword by Author =
