Personal Narrative: My Marching Band

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The bright stadium lights blazed overhead. I stood at the sideline of the field, with my clarinet at my side completely frozen. Like clockwork I hear the loud quadruple broom of a base drum.Suddenly, I am alive. I have always loved music. But I haven’t always been sure that music is the right path for me. I attend a small school, however we have one of the largest high school bands in our region. Our marching band is vastly more popular than our football team, and consequently is held to a much higher standard. However, being apart of such a large and intense marching band does have its challenges. I’m not the best in my section by far and as a result, I have faced a large competition. Early on, I struggled to make friends with others. During

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