These past almost 4 years of my life have been crazy, but fun. High school, especially when you're in the marching band, is hectic, but amazing.
The first two years were fairly uneventful for me.
But junior year was fairly awesome, this was when big changes started to happen.
Our show was going to be purely epic this year. I was going to have awesome classes and I knew my college, degree, and everything.
This year was looking to be amazing. Marching season was off to an amazing start and everything was working out.
Then the unthinkable happened.
Mr. Rice, our beloved band director, and a cherished member of the school staff, died from a