Ooooohhh goodness! That was one strange game against Wimberly, especially from a band standpoint! I think it’s needless to say that even before the game, it was PORING! I personally became soaked from dancing in the rain! For a while, we had no real idea if or when we were going to march, and I know as a woodwind that only got her flute back from the shop a day before, I was concerned about our instruments. Thank goodness, the sun finally came through, and things began to look up… and then… halftime! Again, I’m getting this from only my personal standpoints, but that was the most incredible, infuriating, amazing moments ever!!! To clarify, we were sent on a mission NOT to fall apart as we did last week… Mission, not so accomplished… But on the bright side, it wasn’t as bad as last week! Improvement! But anyhow, I’m standing at a hold fuming and brewing over how we messed up once again… and then a single drop of rain alerted me of the FLOOD to come. We had an obligation to complete our show, even when the fans are running and screaming, trying to escape the impending tsunami. After about 2 seconds of complete fury of thinking of how my flute was getting destroyed as I’m holding it in the poring rain, a thought popped out of nowhere… “WHOA!!! I’m marching in the rain! No… I’m MAAAAARCHING in the rain! Just marching in the rain! What a wonderful feeling…” So with the “Singing in the Rain” soundtrack on an endless loop in my head, we finished our soggy show, and spent the rest of the game going through endless rolls of paper towels drying off instruments and keys.