Soon, so soon. You'll find out what your final marching show is. And while some people may hate the music, the sets, or the routine, you will love it, because it will be YOURS. It will be your senior show and no one can take that away from you.

So soon you'll be packing for your final band camp. Your final week of sweat-packed, up all night, junk food galore. You'll begin working on your final show, anxious to learn it all. Before you know it, it's the first game. You get that same feeling you always get before performing, which is a mix of excitement, nervousness, and the need to pee a little. You push all the emotions aside, march onto the football field, and perform your heart out. You leave the field satisfied with the crowds reaction, and you can't help but think to yourself "this is gonna be a good year."

Soon enough you'll be loading the bus to attend your last band competition. You've been working hard all season to perfect your final show, and tonight is it. The pee feeling comes back. You push it away. You perform at your final competition, and then you march of the field with tears in your eyes and pride on your face. The awards are announced and you could not be more pleased with the results.

Before you know it, marching season is over. You and all of your friends begin filling out your college applications, hoping to all attend the same school together next year. It's finally sinking into you. This is it. Before long, you won't see half these people ever again. All of the experiences you have had will soon become a distant memory, and sooner than you think, you will be a graduation. You'll look around, smile at your band friends, accept your diploma, and that'll be it.

Sooner than you think, you'll find yourself going back to that band room months after you've graduated. You take a look around and remember all the fantastic times you had over the years. You look up and see all the trophies that you have earned, all of the hard work you put into those shows being displayed on the shelves all around you. You find yourself looking around, taking a deep breath, and saying, "How dare you. You tricked me into believing four years was a long, long time."

So, to the high school band seniors, or to anyone in the band really, I have one piece of advice for you: ENJOY EVERY MOMENT. Even if you're tired or annoyed or angry, take a step back and enjoy it anyway, because before you know it you will be done. You'll officially be a "has-been" and you'll be in the exact position I am now, wanting to go back and do four years all over again.