What it's like.

Adrenaline pumping hearts beating,

Fingers throbbing, music leading.

All a part of a sport called colorguard,

The taste of sweat, you know it gets hard,

But ask any teammate, they'll probably say,

That's ok I like it that way.

All teammates are friends, each helps the other,

But practice isn't a time to call for your mother.

Tough it out, the coach might yell,

but with that phrase the attitudes swell.

Then those famous words come a new,

Set it up once lets do a run through.

Your music ends and you're breathing quite a bit faster,

You did a good run and you think you're the master.

Time to load the truck, it's not that bad,

Every one helps, even the dads.

Now time to relax, getting on the bus,

Now wait your hair now there's a fuss.

The gel, the spray, it all goes on there,

And now you don't even want to touch your hair.

Put on your makeup so it'll look right,

Don't mess it up, we don't want to fight.

Put on the headphones and litsten to "your" song,

Listen, relax, it won't be very long.

The bus comes to a stop, everyone knows that they're there,

Someone wakes you up and you check your hair.

Get all your stuff people and get on out here,

Now it sets in, just a little bit of fear.

You get to your room and take of your shoes,

Take a deep breath, there's nothing to lose.

Warm up and stretch out, get that equipment flying,

Don't busy yourself yet, don't want to see you crying.

Get your equipment and get ready to go,

Line up in the hall to put on your show.

They pull all the equipment on to the floor,

You step a little bit closer and look through the door.

The crowd is huge, you don't think you'll make it,

Breath nice and slow, you know you can take it.

It's your turn to put on your show,

Walk with pride you know it will flow.

Is the guard ready? Ya you think so,

Phantom Regime you may present your show.

Look up at the crowd, make sure they see you,

It's your last chance, don't let this thing beat you.

Vibrant flags fly fiercely over head,

Catch it right or your arm will red.

Crack that rifle, you know you can do it,

All right, nice job, I knew you knew it.

Here comes the end, don't break down just yet,

It will be awesome, this is what I bet.

The zip of the flag, the final snag,

It looks great, you got it in the bag.

With hands trembling, you get up and say,

Yes, see I told ya I like it this way.

Watery eyes, spontaneous combustion of tears,

Screaming, excitement initiated cheers.

Go ahead let it out, you gave it your all,

Don't hold back, admit it, you had a ball.

You showed all those people what you got in you,

Some pain, some love, need I continue?

Some strength, some friendship, some talent, and grace,

You spread it around all over that place.

Just when you thought you were gonna be knocked down,

You bounced right back and refused to go down.

With all those going for ya, where next from here?

Do you know where you'll end up next year?

This is what makes up a colorguard,

Some people try but don't make it because it's too hard.

All the stress and the anger, some people can't take it,

And somewhere inside they know they won't make it.

All of my teammates have this desire,

Something in their heart that lights a fire.

To do all they need to, to pull off a show,

But what I hate the most is to see them all go.

So just a little something to say to my girls,

I love you all and I want you to know,

I'm so proud of you guys and our guard show.