Color Guard
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The cheers, the applause, the cries
And I ask them to indulge in this moment
For it will fade
Like a distant memory
To the one who inspires me the most,
The one who consistently boasts,
You mean more than the world to me.
You taught me how to dance and be free;
Push. Push. Toss. Catch. Turn. Smile. Point. Breath. Don't let your feelings get the best of you.
The way the silk fashions the pole as it spins. The way the sound roars as it become syncronized with others. It's gentle, but it can hurt.It's beautiful, yet scary, but the guardians don't fear. They manipulate the shape, they create different wa
I used to have a passive soul.
And I never would have thought that
I would crawl out of my shell
One day by accident
I discovered a burning passion
It changed my life.
I have never looked back once.
I have both found myself and lost myself in a year.
I found myself in performing.
In marching on a field with over a hundred other people just like me.
She wakes up
It is pitch black
Most people would go back to sleep
But she goes to her car and drives to the school
She does her makeup
And grabs her backpack
I can conquer anything -
Any struggle, any strife,
All I need to do it
is my fingers and my life.
Performing is my passion.
Drawing is my dream.
I do this each and every day,
Your upraised so high, and I am so low
I upraise you so high, each and every day
Each night I lower you down, like a show
We complete this task, even in the gray
Five and six, seven, eight
My body’s bruised; it’s getting late
‘Spin’
As the pole falls my smile slips
But on I go, I cannot quit
Step, together, step once more
More performance!
Longer legs and point your feet,
Remember the lower body details!
Watch for the starts and stops,
Stay in step!
Maintain spacing, too many drill issues.
Rifles be confident,
The blinding lights make it impossible to see
The audience's faces floating in that black sea
The notes soar through the air then down to the ground
Her voice creating a beautiful, everlasting sound
The light is shinning We're on displayThe whistle blowsNothing's movingThe air is stillEveryone yellsPA4 beats of silenceAnd then it startsThe colors spinThe laughing begins
The male judge sitting above the stands said into the microphone, “Is the unit ready?” I look at the crowd of people in the gym bleachers. it’s almost a full house.
