14 days to the competition. I started counting down from one month. There's already just 14 days left. Every passing day I log on and change the number...and I dunno whether I should feel excited, or to feel scared. Not scared for myself, but something me and the other seniors, and mr poh, and all those who came back to show support, to help out, to sharpen every single member. Scared of the disappointment, scared of the sheer waste, scared of wasting this one last chance. It really is our last chance. Once this is gone, there will still live the Titans Marching Band, but not physically.
Sometimes I think to myself, what would I do on the day we separate? Would I shake hands and just simply say goodbye, like I did two years ago? Or would I shatter, and cry bitterly. I think the latter suits me more now. All the memories, all that I've seen them go through, every little thing, I remember. And when it's time to go, obviously, I won't want to. Perhaps it's partly my fault in the first place for deciding to feel so lousy. I've made this band my second life, though people tell me to move on.
"Oh come on, it's just your secondary school band."
No. Not just any secondary school band. It was my Titans Marching Band, the one which made me what I am today. The one which holds a special place in my heart, the one which made me realize the true power of my spirit and soul. The one which brought out the most extreme of emotions. The band where my best friends are, the ones I really cannot live without. The ones I care for so much...Let's not go to that. This is my Titans Marching Band and I am proud. And this band will remain my second life until I choose to renounce it. Right now, I'm not ready. The spirit of the Titans...is unforgettable. I can't abandon it just because I want to.
How difficult is it to abandon something so meaningful, it's become a part of you?
You can never begin to imagine.
Today's practice was absolutely phenomenal...I've never felt so afraid standing in front of the band when they are performing. They're so good, they're scary. Of course, no matter how good you are, there are always those little things that can be improved. Gimmicks cannot overpower music. Something very important there. Whatever it is, whatever you're supposed to play MUST be played. Not only played, but HEARD. dressing, every little inch you're out of, will cause the band's overall dressing to be out by metres. And every little detail in the marching aspect : posture, every step and every movement, how high you hold your instrument...everything's counted. If you're not interested in the points, then at least, for yourself, for your own satisfaction, hold yourself, and your instrument up high to show, this is the way a Titan should be.
"I am a Titan and you who stands before me, cower in fear."
Isn't it true?
There was something wrong with the percussion section today...not just the drumline, but the sideline too. When shane came we had a long talk with them, with mr poh as our audience, though he didn't say anything. Maybe he thought we had everything under control. Attendance was the problem. Yesterday apparently 8 out of 13 sideline percussionists turned up, out of which two left early. And yesterday was a special practice arranged for them. That really got shane pissed off. If it were me, I'd be blowing my top too. Two weeks to the competition and people like michelle are still not turning up, for reasons that are well beyond valid. It's all about choice. Simple as that. Want to take michelle out of the competition...she's not worthy. Don't care how much she worked EARLIER. What matters is now. And after the talk, the sideline really performed well. Much better than when I took them in the morning. It's these little pep talks that gear them up. Works very well with the percussion section, I see. The same thing in '04, just that our talk was full of tears and anger. But still, it pulled us together, and that's where the bond was formed. There and then. Under that wooden shelter, next to the courtyard. I still remember.
After that when mr poh mr liang and qz went to the carpark opposite the school to film the band on the videocam. Oh did I mention, there was a spy there. And that moron thought that we actually couldn't see him. Don't tell me all of our hundred over people are blind? What an idiot. Can be more professional. Sounds like I'm inviting trouble. I look forward to seeing you on 22nd April. I'll have you heads rolling across the floor. Oh well, no need to anyway. I bet you're so terrified seeing our band performing that you peed in your pants, ran off screaming and forgot everything you saw. muaha. okay, back to the point.
They were filming the band perform, everybody was performing as if it was the competition itself, it was so good, until the end of fight club. Apparently the percussion section forgot to give the four beats to start off the next song, so there was a long pause...eerie silence. The kind you don't expect. Then the band broke down. That's where our hearts sank. I bet mr poh felt just horribly disappointed. So they went back and did the formation all over again.
This time it was okay since it was only during practice and the only problem was filming it again. but if it were to be on the field, the aftermath would be disastrous. Like mr poh said, once the band breaks down, even a silver could be a miracle. The band has such a mature and exciting repertoire, one of a kind formations, excellent gimmicks. A gold with honours is no problem, provided the band shows their spirit, that they absolutely have no break downs, a smooth flow through the entire formation, when everyone is 110% confident and united. That's what the judges are looking for, and that is what makes us great! This is what makes the Titans Marching Band, the Titans Marching Band.
So after band practice mr poh gathered the percussion section and talked to them, lectured them for having no initiative to start off the band even though the four beats were nowhere to be heard. True, they didn't. It just seems to weird that none of the 16 percussionists had the initiative to continue. They just stood there, stunned. Waiting for something that never came. Mr poh told them, everything was dependent on them. They're the pulse, the rhythm, the heartbeat of this Band. The percussion section, in itself, is different. The drumline is special in its own way. Not because of their physical appearance, but because of their spirit and flamboyance on the field. A percussionist can be indentified very easily in uniform. Even without his or her sticks and drum. There's something special in each of them that people can recognize, but can never understand. After that, shane started off the inspirational talks and 'waking up calls' for the percussion alumni...shane, syafiq, zack and I chipped in...and each time we spoke, they looked up, with that look of revelance on their faces.
After everything, I could feel from the section, the feeling of realization. Had they woken up yet?
"Regret, is a useless feeling on the field when the results are announced"
"On the competition day, I can tell you, you will NOT check your dressing, you will NOT listen to the bass drums, you will NOT look at the person in front of you and beside you. Why? Because everything is already right here in your heart. Once your are connected in your hearts, there is no need to do all those anymore."
As minutes pass, the time of the competition day gets closern and closer. And everyday is a day I think, will they make it? Will we make it?
Those who really put in effort, those who put their heart and soul into the band, those who offered their blood and sweat, those who cried for the band, those who want to be true Titans. On the night before the competition day, as you lay on your bed, trying to sleep early for the big day, your heartbeat races, you can't control it. You close your eyes but everytime you open them and hope it's morning, only a few minutes had passed. You toss and turn, run the formations, the gimmicks, the notes through your mind, you feel the power, you feel the rush. You wonder, are you ready yet?
That's right guys. You can't sleep. And I believe, only true Titans will feel this way.
I f***in hate school for the time being because it's keeping me from going back for band. There's only one more saturday left before the competition, and that's the only day I can go for band. F*** TPJC band man. F*** it for taking up my precious time. NO, it's NOT more important! I think I know whats more important at this point in time. And trust me, I AM thinking straight. Out of 6 practices left, I can only go for one. SUCKS TO THE BLOODY CORE. Maybe I'll pon TPJC band on wednesdays to go back. Finish school at 2:10 so can make it.
14 Days left. To the beginning, and the end.
Sometimes I think to myself, what would I do on the day we separate? Would I shake hands and just simply say goodbye, like I did two years ago? Or would I shatter, and cry bitterly. I think the latter suits me more now. All the memories, all that I've seen them go through, every little thing, I remember. And when it's time to go, obviously, I won't want to. Perhaps it's partly my fault in the first place for deciding to feel so lousy. I've made this band my second life, though people tell me to move on.
"Oh come on, it's just your secondary school band."
No. Not just any secondary school band. It was my Titans Marching Band, the one which made me what I am today. The one which holds a special place in my heart, the one which made me realize the true power of my spirit and soul. The one which brought out the most extreme of emotions. The band where my best friends are, the ones I really cannot live without. The ones I care for so much...Let's not go to that. This is my Titans Marching Band and I am proud. And this band will remain my second life until I choose to renounce it. Right now, I'm not ready. The spirit of the Titans...is unforgettable. I can't abandon it just because I want to.
How difficult is it to abandon something so meaningful, it's become a part of you?
You can never begin to imagine.
Today's practice was absolutely phenomenal...I've never felt so afraid standing in front of the band when they are performing. They're so good, they're scary. Of course, no matter how good you are, there are always those little things that can be improved. Gimmicks cannot overpower music. Something very important there. Whatever it is, whatever you're supposed to play MUST be played. Not only played, but HEARD. dressing, every little inch you're out of, will cause the band's overall dressing to be out by metres. And every little detail in the marching aspect : posture, every step and every movement, how high you hold your instrument...everything's counted. If you're not interested in the points, then at least, for yourself, for your own satisfaction, hold yourself, and your instrument up high to show, this is the way a Titan should be.
"I am a Titan and you who stands before me, cower in fear."
Isn't it true?
There was something wrong with the percussion section today...not just the drumline, but the sideline too. When shane came we had a long talk with them, with mr poh as our audience, though he didn't say anything. Maybe he thought we had everything under control. Attendance was the problem. Yesterday apparently 8 out of 13 sideline percussionists turned up, out of which two left early. And yesterday was a special practice arranged for them. That really got shane pissed off. If it were me, I'd be blowing my top too. Two weeks to the competition and people like michelle are still not turning up, for reasons that are well beyond valid. It's all about choice. Simple as that. Want to take michelle out of the competition...she's not worthy. Don't care how much she worked EARLIER. What matters is now. And after the talk, the sideline really performed well. Much better than when I took them in the morning. It's these little pep talks that gear them up. Works very well with the percussion section, I see. The same thing in '04, just that our talk was full of tears and anger. But still, it pulled us together, and that's where the bond was formed. There and then. Under that wooden shelter, next to the courtyard. I still remember.
After that when mr poh mr liang and qz went to the carpark opposite the school to film the band on the videocam. Oh did I mention, there was a spy there. And that moron thought that we actually couldn't see him. Don't tell me all of our hundred over people are blind? What an idiot. Can be more professional. Sounds like I'm inviting trouble. I look forward to seeing you on 22nd April. I'll have you heads rolling across the floor. Oh well, no need to anyway. I bet you're so terrified seeing our band performing that you peed in your pants, ran off screaming and forgot everything you saw. muaha. okay, back to the point.
They were filming the band perform, everybody was performing as if it was the competition itself, it was so good, until the end of fight club. Apparently the percussion section forgot to give the four beats to start off the next song, so there was a long pause...eerie silence. The kind you don't expect. Then the band broke down. That's where our hearts sank. I bet mr poh felt just horribly disappointed. So they went back and did the formation all over again.
This time it was okay since it was only during practice and the only problem was filming it again. but if it were to be on the field, the aftermath would be disastrous. Like mr poh said, once the band breaks down, even a silver could be a miracle. The band has such a mature and exciting repertoire, one of a kind formations, excellent gimmicks. A gold with honours is no problem, provided the band shows their spirit, that they absolutely have no break downs, a smooth flow through the entire formation, when everyone is 110% confident and united. That's what the judges are looking for, and that is what makes us great! This is what makes the Titans Marching Band, the Titans Marching Band.
So after band practice mr poh gathered the percussion section and talked to them, lectured them for having no initiative to start off the band even though the four beats were nowhere to be heard. True, they didn't. It just seems to weird that none of the 16 percussionists had the initiative to continue. They just stood there, stunned. Waiting for something that never came. Mr poh told them, everything was dependent on them. They're the pulse, the rhythm, the heartbeat of this Band. The percussion section, in itself, is different. The drumline is special in its own way. Not because of their physical appearance, but because of their spirit and flamboyance on the field. A percussionist can be indentified very easily in uniform. Even without his or her sticks and drum. There's something special in each of them that people can recognize, but can never understand. After that, shane started off the inspirational talks and 'waking up calls' for the percussion alumni...shane, syafiq, zack and I chipped in...and each time we spoke, they looked up, with that look of revelance on their faces.
After everything, I could feel from the section, the feeling of realization. Had they woken up yet?
"Regret, is a useless feeling on the field when the results are announced"
"On the competition day, I can tell you, you will NOT check your dressing, you will NOT listen to the bass drums, you will NOT look at the person in front of you and beside you. Why? Because everything is already right here in your heart. Once your are connected in your hearts, there is no need to do all those anymore."
As minutes pass, the time of the competition day gets closern and closer. And everyday is a day I think, will they make it? Will we make it?
Those who really put in effort, those who put their heart and soul into the band, those who offered their blood and sweat, those who cried for the band, those who want to be true Titans. On the night before the competition day, as you lay on your bed, trying to sleep early for the big day, your heartbeat races, you can't control it. You close your eyes but everytime you open them and hope it's morning, only a few minutes had passed. You toss and turn, run the formations, the gimmicks, the notes through your mind, you feel the power, you feel the rush. You wonder, are you ready yet?
That's right guys. You can't sleep. And I believe, only true Titans will feel this way.
I f***in hate school for the time being because it's keeping me from going back for band. There's only one more saturday left before the competition, and that's the only day I can go for band. F*** TPJC band man. F*** it for taking up my precious time. NO, it's NOT more important! I think I know whats more important at this point in time. And trust me, I AM thinking straight. Out of 6 practices left, I can only go for one. SUCKS TO THE BLOODY CORE. Maybe I'll pon TPJC band on wednesdays to go back. Finish school at 2:10 so can make it.
14 Days left. To the beginning, and the end.
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