Mardi Gras has always been my favorite holiday. I have always loved coming together every year with family to look at the parades, and I have always especially loved the Moon Pies. As a kid, I used to watch the band go by, playing the trumpets and beating on the drums. I grew up loving that scene.
Entering high school, I knew I wanted to join the band to become part of that parade. I tried out all different sorts of instruments– the flute, the clarinet. But none of them really fit me. I figured that I didn't want to be held down to just one instrument, so I joined percussion. I didn't expect to be playing the bass drum–especially the 3rd heaviest bass drum. Out of all the parades, I can most clearly recall my first high school Mardi Gras Parade. I remember getting off of the band bus and unloading my drum. So many other bands–including our rival band–were there with us. I walked up to join the rest of the drum line, set my drum down, and started walking towards the rest of my friends. I look over towards the other bands to scoop out the competition, and I actually see some of my friends talking to the “rival” members. I especially noticed a tall, fluffy-haired guy, so of course, I had to see what they were talking about. To read more of The Parade, click here.
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