The annual Christmas parade was happening, so that meant there were floats, police cars, firetrucks, other sponsors, and some military personnel walking the mainstreet to lead the sponsors.

Mace was one of them. He was geared up and was ready to walk out. Your high school band was playing, as always, and you had to walk in front with him.

You had Christmas lights strewn across your body and your instrument. Mace only put lights on his knee pads, he wasn't as decked out as you.

Mace knew how to march so he knew damn well he could keep time with you. Everyone started marching in place, preparing to step out to the street. Mace was marching by your side as you held your instrument in parade rest and the drum line started. Maces hands were tight to his side, he had marching practice seared in his brain from the army.