The loud sound of trumpets, piccolos, flutes, drums, saxophones and tubas filled the air. We marched from point to point. I almost tripped over my own two feet. I was flushed with embarassment very quickly. I stood straight, my upper body facing the crowd, the only that was turning was my hips, legs and my feet. I looked straight at the drum major when the whole crowd started laughing. I looked down and I saw that I was missing my shoe. "I lost my shoe?" I thought to myself in panic. "Why is marching band so hard?" Panic overtook my body. Tears started streaming down my face. After our marching show was done I ran to get my shoe still crying. My best friend Nora came after me and hugged me. She was trying to reassure me. We always joked around that we were married and that she is my wife although it wasn't true and everyone thought that we were wierd. Me and Nora have known eachother since her first year and my fourth year of marching band. She was in eighth grade and I was in eleventh grade when I met her. We were best friends ever since. We have been chaotic, crazy, funny and we have also done some stupid and questionable things. Like at one of our football games it was third quarter, so we went to go get food. We found a milkshake stand and Nora bought one for both of us to share. The lady handed her a straw and then I asked her if she could give me one. So the lady turned around grabbed one off the counter and faced me again and gave it to me. The lady had an expression that gave me the feeling that she thinks we're weird. We shoved the straws into the milkshake and took turns drinking it.
The life of a teenaged marching band girl
By redcaykaylee