What Colorguard ISFlags all twirling in the air,the bold, bright colors add some flair.Our poles are shiny, black or white,give a push, get some height.Screaming numbers, counting out loud,we love to make our high school proud.But I remember my freshman year,when tossing a single was my biggest fear.When walking and spinning is tons of fun,don't be surprised when asked to "strip and run!"When band music begins to sound good,and when you can hardly tell a tape-covered rifle is actually wood.Inside my head, the show music repeats,during school, after school, I tap my pencil to the beat.I get so excited with a new season to start,to learn the fresh choreography and drill, the two things that warm my heart.But colorguard is not just a state of mind,it's a way of life and a sport combined.Colorguard is also my anti-drug, believe or not it's true,when I'm out there only I exist, there's nothing I can't do.
Colorguard: a Beautiful SPORTAll in a day's work,We spin, toss, flip and twirl."Go ahead and try it, give it a whirl."No one understands,"Anyone can do that," they say.But look me in the eyeYou can't honestly saythat you pay attention to our defying gravity choreographyor the fact that we must, too,march in stepkeep timetoss a quadfight the windpresent to the press boxavoid all mistakescount tirelesslymerge successfullyin 105 degree heat or even10 degree chill, whileshunning injuries froma 3 ˝ pound rifleor even a 7 foot flagwhile also never dodging a judge.All even if we're running a fever.And even if our heart is breaking into unimaginable, tinypieces during a performance, we still have tosmile.Ponder that,then come back and tell me that colorguard doesn't takestrengthcharismaand heart.If you don't see the glory on our faces after a performance,then something is seriously missing.Take a moment,Appreciate us,Then come back to me and say it.Like you mean it.Or is it impossibl
Colorguard TriumphsStepping onto the sidelines of the green, grassy field, I could feel the tension rising as I looked over the crowd. It was probably just another ordinary day for most of them. But for us, it was the chance of a lifetime. The lights that shown blinded us, but we managed. The murmurs of the crowd drawled out our instructors orders. Taking one look over my shoulder I noticed everyone was looking at me. I must've looked confused, because our guard instructor said, "We're changing the parallel toss to a Hannah toss at set 23," I shook my head to agree with her. I guess the older girls thought I was just a dim freshman, because they started mumbling words better left unsaid.Sighing, I came across the band. They seemed to be having a little pep talk of their own by the band instructor himself. Scanning the horizon, I looked over to see my best friend, Brooke, anxious. I went over t