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The silent chant among the field
Counting the measures until you move
Slowly you raise your instrument
Your feet move at the tempo
Into place you go, feet keeping time
Notes easily going towards the restless crowd
Drum majors continue to stand,
The Band remains tall with pride
The next piece begins without fear
Notes come out strong,
Your feet moving easily to your next dot
Again you’re in place, but only for a moment
To the next dot you go,
The crowd going wild at your formation
As the song ends, immediately the last starts
The beginning is slow
The measures taking their sweet time
The melody plays softly
While harmony plays even softer
As the melody backs off,
The percussion takes their stand,
Livening up the band’s attitude
As the song comes to a great ending
Your feet come to a stop,
Head held up in pride
The drum majors’ hands move
Instruments’ go down simultaneously
The whistle blows to leave the field
The snare taps the drum four times
You consolidate with the band
As one you march off the field
The percussion starts a cadence
The crowd cheers as you march back to your stands
Your head held up, full of pride