I was reading my friend Teri’s blog post about how college’s need to start showing the marching band during half time college football games a few weeks ago and it got me reminiscing about my marching band days.
TELL ME WHEN THE GOOD PART COMES AGAIN?
Everyone blamed my boyfriend, my part time job, the stress of being a senior in high school.
Blah blah blah.
|We even got fancy buses.|
Because we were gonna be on the TV!
Like, the actual TV that you see on…….TV.
It was about that time that I started working on building up my hand muscles.
I needed to get ready for all that autograph writing I was going to be doing.
Can I get a whiff of your essence?
It was as I was staring at the ceiling, picturing endorsement deals from Atari, Wheaties and Reebok when I was jolted back to reality….”THEY AREN’T AIRING THE PARADE OUTSIDE OF ORLANDO”.
On the local access channel.
Several weeks after the fact.
But in reality I had no idea what that smelled like.
WE GOT TO GO PRACTICE!
It was my and I am assuming most of my fellow band mates first experience with all things Garden and Olive but this is what you need to know: this particular Olive Garden was open for breakfast.
It was good as far as my memory serves but I also didn’t know what sex smelled like so don’t go off of me.
|90 some strong and proud. And my head is blocked by the plume of the person in front of me.|
I almost forgot that we did have a moment of fame while in Orlando!
Our band made the local newscast while we were there.
They featured our band out of all the bands at the Citrus Bowl Competition.
I don’t know who somebody had to sleep with to get it done but it was pretty awesome.
* NO ONE HAD TO SLEEP WITH ANYONE*
Enough of that was done in our hotel room before we got there.
|Our band director being interviewed by the news station. I am the fool doing the Pee Wee Herman in the background. Completely oblivious to the fact that the NEWS CAMERA IS RIGHT BEHIND ME.|
They interviewed our band director, miked up our field commander and essentially followed us around for the entire day of the competition.
What they weren’t ready for was 94 Ohio kids who were ready for stardom.
I have never seen so many human beings in my life (me included) trying so hard to get on camera without actually looking like they were trying to get on camera.
When the newscast came on the television later that night, I remember all of us huddling around as many TV sets as we could find in our Kissimmee hotel.
I can only imagine the annoyance of the other guests to not only find out they are sharing their hotel for the week with an entire marching band from the Midwest but to then find out that they are sharing it with wannabe celebrities with massive ego complexes.
Speaking of big heads, mine got on the news!
|Mighty nice braid you got there little lady.|
I do believe I may have screamed, “MY BRAID IS ON THE TV!!!!!!! MY BRAID IS ON THE TV!!!!”
Throughout the halls of the hotel.
My best friend Wendy actually got face time!
And called her mom back home to tell her.
I called my mom to tell her about my braid, so…….
|All the buses for the other bands in the parade. Who actually got parade screen time.|
We mostly marched in complete darkness for the entire parade because the parade was at night.
It was an intersection in Orlando that was surrounded by bleachers on both sides of the street, lots of people and blinding lights.
|Nothing to see here, ONLY A FRIGGIN’ SENIOR SECTION LEADER BLOCKED BY TWO UNDERCLASSMEN. But it’s okay. Really.|
Of course we never got to see him because we were busy marching in utter darkness.
The lights, the body heat from all the people, the nervous sweats I had goin’ on in my uniform, and the cheers of all the people!
BUT MOST EXCITING WERE THE TELEVISION CAMERAS TAPING US FOR OUR TELEVISION DEBUT!
This was it!
I could feel it!
We were going to be famous!
This little marching band from in the middle of nowhere Ohio with the big sound!
Who are they??
Where did they come from?
Who is that cute blonde playing the clarinet?
I knew Hollywood would be calling as soon as we got off the Greyhound knock-off bus we rambled into our little town a few days later.
I FELT IT IN MY BONES.
|Me getting off the bus for the parade, or what I like to call my only Hollywood moment.|
When I was on the pay phone with my mom outside a rest area near Columbus on the way home a few days later and I didn’t hear anything that resembled a crowd in our family room, I knew something was up.
“Oh okay you are an hour away? Sounds good! Can’t wait to see you!”
We did have a welcome home committee.
That consisted of our parents and siblings.
|There is my braid again. We should all know it by now because hello famous.|
Once we lifted our own suitcases out of the pile of mess they threw out of the buses….I bet Spuds didn’t have to lift his own suitcase but whatever….. we were on our way home.
My mom had my favorite foods made, a giant sign was on the garage door welcoming me home like the movie star I was.
It is about time someone treated me like the celebrity I am!
It was so good to be home.
A few weeks later, we settled down one late winter evening for the viewing party of the century.
We couldn’t wait to watch ourselves on the television set.
I think we had the public access channel on all afternoon and set to videotape even though it wasn’t supposed to air until seven o’clock that evening just in case it would randomly come on.
Teenagers would implode if they had to live back then.
So we impatiently waited by our little TV down in our family room that night until finally it came on.
Ahh the magic of technology!!!
The Citrus Bowl Parade!
IN OUR FAMILY ROOM!
Three weeks later.
We watched with anticipation knowing when our part was coming.
Oh! I remember that float!
Oooh look at all that we missed!
SPUDS MACKENZIE GOT HIS OWN CARRIAGE???
|Damn dog. AND SERIOUSLY….IS THAT ROBIN GIVENS??|
We danced along with the Clemson University Marching Band remembering their cadence as we didn’t march too far behind them in the actual parade.
It was fun talking about the parade and re-living Florida all over again with my family.
We noticed that all the marching bands were getting their names announced, their band directors names announced and enjoyed the little anecdotes the announcers were making about each band.
THAT WILL BE US SOON!!!
HOW EXCITING IS THIS?!?!?
Then after weeks of anticipation, I saw a familiar band banner making its way at the top of our television screen.
HERE WE COME, HERE WE COME!!!!
I could see our band hats, us marching perfectly in time, wow, we look…….perfect.
First bad omen- they said we were from a totally different town in Ohio.
Like, a town two hours away from where we actually lived.
It was as we were registering…wait, did they just say we were from a completely different town…..that they went to commercial.
Over our band.
They actually ran a name of the upcoming band as a graphic over our marching band, just as we were starting to come onto the television screen.
They gave a dog that drinks malt liquor more air time than our band.
Our band who worked tirelessly for hundreds of hours to get to Florida from Ohio.
They cut us off.
I started to cry.
Then I started to scream.
Then I did what a 17 year old female does best.
I called my best friend Wendy to cry and scream about it.
Simultaneously, we both said the G rated version of “ARE YOU SH#$%NG ME?????”
I am being too prude.
Of course we said, “ARE YOU SHI$$%ING ME??”
The phone lines in Lexington, Ohio were hot that night.
If social media existed back then, I can guarantee that our little band would have been on Good Morning America the following Monday or on the Ellen Show the week after.
That is if Ellen existed back then.
Well, SHE existed but her show didn’t.
I am getting away from the topic.
The point is, they done us wronger than wrong.
I held a grudge with Florida for a long time.
Secretly, I still do.
I still give it the side eye when I see an orange or anything citrus related on the television or in person.
THAT’S RIGHT TANGERINE, I DON’T WANT ANYTHING YOU ARE SELLING.
Oooh is that a clementine?
Never mind then.
|….even thought they come from California STAY WITH ME PEOPLE|
So the next time you are at the football game and you see me clapping a little harder or longer for the band, you know why.
And if you see me at the grocery store stomping the hell out of a errant grapefruit?
Look the other way.
LOOK THE OTHER WAY, MAN.
Dedicated to the memory of one heck of a band dad.
Papa Dillon, you will be missed.
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