Box 2 "Making the Ordinary Extraordinary"

I wake up much earlier than my body wants, dragging my feet to prepare for a long day. I enter a room of a hundred tired faces. We all grab our metal, wood, or brass, and head into the blazing sun and heat, already quenched for thirst. For hours upon hours I march quickly across gravel, quickly turning my body in different directions, blowing fast air to make music, yet still trying to catch my breath. I take advantage of the short 30 seconds I get to walk back to where I began, until I do the marching routine again, until it is close to perfection. I head indoors and dress myself in hot, wool, one piece outfits with a large hat to make my head sweat. I head back out into the heat and enter the field. I march as fast and as straight as I can, blowing wind, and searching for my breath, all to get an applause at the sound of our music, and the shapes we created.