The time has come.
A sea of green and white lays before me.
My pulse is rushing but I have to remember to breath.
In.. two.. three... four...
Out... two... three... four...
I close my eyes to calm my nerves.
The cold brass in my hand keeps me grounded.
I go through the movements.
We've gone through this practice a hundred times.
But this is no practice. This is the real thing.
We march out in unison. It is time.
"Drum majors, is your band ready?... You may now begin."