This is it
There’s no turning back now
We have worked to get here and we cannot step down
Our triumphs have led us this far
We have worked together
Many bonds have been formed and friendships made
Bonds that may last a lifetime
Through all types of weather
On all types of terrain
Through wind, rain, and blazing sun
On Astroturf, on grass and mud made slick by players’ cleats
We have outplayed them all
They thought they came to see a football game, but what they got was much more
A performance
A musical masterpiece
Every note memorized
Every step remembered
Through key changes and time changes and tempo changes
At camp
The director
Yelling at that trumpet to get back in step
Or that saxophone for stepping off at the wrong time
The dances
The guard
Drum major bonding
The show
The show
The show
Tears for the seniors who’ll be leaving next year
Being able to run the show through
And hearing the last note echo off the hills in the distance
Set 17
Colorguard getting that ripple toss right
Playing through that impossible lick
Knowing you can do it
The first performance
And then the first competition
And then the grind
Cleaning the show
Visuals
Set changes
Notes taken out or put in
Trying to fit together three practices a week
And homework
And now we’re here
And it’s our turn
I lead the band
Holding the time
In perfect form
“BAND TEN HUT!”
They snap up as one
Ready to play
I salute the judges and begin the show
Trumpets blast
Drums thunder
Tubas roar
Flags spin
Flutes trill
Cymbals crash
Sabers flash
The audience stands and roars as I bow
But I don’t care
I’m just proud of my band
Our band
Now I’m leading them off the field
The drumline plays their cadence
And we chant cadences
We know we’re the best
We know we can’t be beat
We’re invincible
We go behind the stands for pictures
But though a picture is worth a thousand words
A picture could never capture the feeling we are experiencing now
Only one thing could ever do that
Music
Our show
We gave it to the audience
But they could never feel what we’re feeling now
Not in a million years
Not ever
We go to the bus
To get out of our uniforms
And change into warmer clothes
All but me
I go to sit in the stands
To watch other bands
To comment on their strengths and weaknesses
To tell jokes and laugh
To get food and hot chocolate from the concession stand
To ward off the bitter cold
Oh
Look
It’s time for awards
I march on
Best Drumline goes to our rival
Best Guard goes to us
Best Drum Major goes to us
I smile in pride as I salute and go to accept it
Best Visual Effects goes to our rival
We’re neck and neck now
Two awards each
They award third place
Then second
Then finally first
It’s us
We’ve done it
They award the first place trophy
Us again
We outplayed them all
We outperformed them all
We are the best
I lead the band out to the buses
They gather around me
“BAND TEN HUT!”
"FOX!"
The director comes out
“HEELS!”
“TOGETHER!”
“TOES!”
“APART!”
“STOMACH!”
“IN!”
“CHEST!”
“OUT!”
“SHOULDERS!”
“BACK!”
“CHINS!”
“UP!”
…
“EYES?”
“WITH PRIDE!”
“EYES!”
“WITH PRIDE!”
“EYES!”
“WITH PRIDE!”

I didn't write this, a friend found it on the internet somewhere. This is what band is about.