Band hasn't actually competed in anything yet, but I have a band story nonetheless: in one of our pieces, there is a moment where nothing happens except a single, plaintive TING! from the triangle. Recently in rehearsal we reached said TING moment and there was nothing! The conductor stopped and a small voice drifted out from the percussion section:
"Sorry... I tried to hit it, but I missed." Good grief.
TOmorrow (the O is for Excitement) is the parade of bands, where we all march down the street in our uniforms - I'll be sure to take a picture of me in my uniform. Kate said I look like a Roundhead, but it turns out that she meant a Redcoat.
She said, "But one of the young ones, whose parents don't know he's snuck off to war." Awesome. I am going to die a needless and highly poignant death. But not right now, because right now I am going to polish my marching shoes! We are having a shoe polishing party in one of the hotel rooms. Everyone will polish their shoes and drink wine. What? It's perfectly normal.