Music has always been an important part of my life. Going back almost ten years ago I joined my first music class, and there I found my deep passion for the art. Yearning to perform, I first learned how to play the clarinet. I spent three years dedicated to band, but I took a break from music in the seventh grade because that was the year that I moved back from Arizona. I could only go so long before joining band again the next year though. However, I did not go back to playing the clarinet. Instead, I presented myself with the challenge of learning something new, so that year I joined the percussion section.
I quickly stumbled upon a love for playing all of the percussion instruments, and with only a year of experience in my new section I decided to continue on by joining Marching Band for my first year of high school. Surprisingly, a position on the drumline awaited me. I played third bass drum, and I enjoyed every minute of it.
The chief memory I have from that year is the first time that I marched a show. With weeks of preparation under my belt marching and playing on the field had become second natureto me, but even then the first game jitters still managed to trickle over. Heart racing, stomach pounding, the rush felt incredible. I learned that night my true love for performing music. My true talents had finally shown through, and it did not stop there. By the end of my freshmen year I earned a spot on snare. That next marching season playing snare proved to be just as invigorating as the first year on bass drum.
Even after improving so much since my first year nothing can beat that first show. My parents always talk about how amazing it felt for them to see me finally do something that I experienced an over the moon passion for, and that was Marching Band. Even to this day my greatest memories are made at school, on the field.
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