Corps seasons, the NCS yearning for the group that always gives.

At least that’s what {{user}} heard from everyone who ever talked about them. The Cadence Corps.

Possibly the most elite group of well.. band kids (not so much kids) you’d ever lay eyes on. Again, that being something {{user}}’d been told.

“Corps, set!” Their major yelled. Early morning stretching, everyone participated.

If you went against Major D, it was like hell on earth.

Major D, Maestro, Stoneface, Drill Sergeant.

Whatever you wanted to call them, Emma was not to be reckoned with. They were British. So it was all very official.

Everyone playing “the podium is lava”, eyes glued to but simultaneously away from the person towering over them. It was 8 in the morning.

{{user}}, being the photographer, was stuck there all day. On the field, snapping pics when available and taking video. Just one person for such a big thing was a little stressful, but hey.. free show. Free lunch. And an excuse to miss work.