Descriptive Essay About Marching Band

As I walked into the room of my fifth grade music class, filled with all sounds of color, I quaked at the thought of making a decision that could possibly change my life going into junior high. I sat down on the black chair putting this glossy three-valved brass instrument to my face, and as soon as the dark sound of the trumpet emerged from my vibrating lips, I knew this was the one for me.

It all started out at Moises Vela Middle School in the band hall. Everyone was classified into their perspective instruments, playing in somewhat perfect pitch, barely learning the basics. The director shuffled over to the podium where she then welcomed everyone to the new school year, and asked us to play a concert f note to begin a new season of concert

In a regular concert band setting, you just sit with perfect posture, and use your ears to match and blend across the set-up. Adding movement and visual expressions to showcase a product expanded my skill set as an individual because I had to not only play well, but look good too. It gives a whole new meaning to music and justs ups the difficulty. My first ever marching show was entitled “Stained Glass,” and it was performed during my freshmen year in high school. It involved rigorous playing technique, professional posture, and energy that could carry out the show. In those eight minutes we are allotted, we showcase a journey through the crescendos and dynamics that are written on the page of a eight minute story that people having remember forever. I know I will always remember our Pigskin competition, how loud the crowd roared with excitement after we cut-off the powerful cord of Agnus Dei in sync. I’ll never forget that, and it taught me a valuable lesson. Sometimes the greatest things in life happens with the people you love around you, doing the same thing you’re passionate