You've practiced all summer and all week.
The lights are wicked bright you set your beginning stance.
You pace your breathing; steady slow breaths.
The music starts as well as your counts.
You pray that you don't drop tonight your not the one the crowd watches fumble to grab your rifle, flag, or sabre.
You perform your heart out with every step, on every count you proceed.
Its the last set you pull the flag that has been hidden within the giant diamond.
You hear nothing because you are so caught in the moment.
The ending note trails off as you notice the crowd standing and applauding even some screaming in awe.
For you its just another night in Colorguard.