With your instrument in hand, you would make your way to the starting dot for your rehearsal. You practiced both over the summer before the marching season, and prior to camp, so you were hoping to be successful this year.

Leon’s dot was directly next to yours, as you two played the same instrument. He would give you a smirk once he got himself settled, his tone teasing.

“Don’t lock your knees.” He would never let go of the time you locked your knees and fainted last year while practicing...