forbidden from one another
a war divides their people
and a mountain divides them apart
build a path to be together
yeah i forget the next couple lines but then it goes
THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS
SECRET SECRET SECRET SECRET TUNNEL
omg are you talking about oma and shu from avatar the last air bender
The end of June-beginning of July, 2012. Fort Edward, NY.
This was our first DCI show of the season, and we had a fantastic run, scoring a 62. We were incredibly amped up on hype afterwards. We’d gotten a crowd infamous for sitting on their hands during drum corps shows to deliver us a healthy standing ovation. The hype only grew when we discovered that we’d placed ahead of another corps at the show: Teal Sound.
Back in the parking lot following the awards, the rumor that Teal Sound had folded began to spread. Desperate possibilities swirled up. We might be taking Teal members with us that night. Teal was being left behind in the parking lot to fend for themselves. Bob was over there right now talking to Teal Sound.
There was an unmistakable aura of chaos, shock, confusion, and pain in the air. I never saw a single Teal member that night. But I could sense every bit of fear, every sliver of anger that split the cool summer night, and feeling that changed everything I ever believed about drum corps.
As it turned out, Bob actually did go over to negotiate with Teal. They had not folded. They were having troubles with their bus company, and they needed a place to stay for a few days. We were able to negotiate with our previous housing site, and that night, as we drove north into New England, Teal Sound stayed behind and slept in the gym we had slept in the night before. When we awoke in Massachussetts or Connecticut the next morning, they were up and rehearsing on the fields we had marched on just the other day.
At the show that night, Teal did not appear, but they eventually left Fort Edward and caught up with our tour. One night, they came in late and stayed with us in Ansonia, Connecticut, though we only got to glimpse them briefly, sleeping in the cafeteria downstairs.
About a week later, we left the road to embark for our 4 day break between tours. Tuesday morning, I awoke and checked Facebook. Teal was gone. I pored through the statuses, the comment threads, an enormous sense of loss weighing me down. I couldn’t forget the way I’d felt in the parking lot, that night not much more than a week ago. Now it was real. The pain of dreams shattering, friendships tearing apart, trust tragically dissolving.
I wrote “Teal Sound”, that day, Tuesday, July 10, lying on my own bed in my slightly air conditioned house, because it seemed like the right thing to do. The only thing I could do.
im not single im kraft® singlewas the ® even necessary
yes i do not want to go to jail