Standing underneath the Friday night lights is always nerve-wracking, but this time it was even more so than normal. It was the first time I have ever performed on the football field as a majorette; which is a very big accomplishment for me. As the drum major calls the band to attention, I pose and try to calm myself down. When the band starts playing, I start performing, but the thing is that it was nothing like doing during practice. This time I was not even thinking. Every move was strictly muscle memory. I am pretty sure I wasn’t even thinking. The second song came to an end; I posed to signify the end of the routine. Normally, by this time I am so tired and can barely catch my breath, but right now all I could do was smile and continue
