I was/am a band geek. I love the idea of taking the disciplines of military drill & marching, the creativity of theatre, and the wonder of music and mashing them together to produce a 10 minute half-time show. The Mighty Alamo Heights High School Marching Band took refuge in a town roughly 90 minutes northwest of San Antonio every summer for a week. For many of us, it was the first time we were allowed to go away from home so we made the best of ever opportunity to act a fool as we could without getting caught or in trouble. Most of it revolved around the pool and our dorm rooms. We'd shoot for scoring with girls when most of the time it would end up being a male bonding experience where we strengthened our beliefs in the band's prospects to put on a great show and place well in competition. It was also a great place for us to showcase, i.e., show off, our skills and prove that we were the "best" at what we did.
When I went to band camp as a sophomore, I was full of arrogance. I was a section leader which meant I taught others how to march and play. I also was in contention for first chair which came with all kinds of personal bragging rights and pride (none of which make you cool as an adult later). I also had my best friend Ricky on-board as a freshman who I would help shape and mold into my protege (remember, I was really arrogant). Ricky and I lived in the same neighborhood, were both trumpet players, and both supported each other. It was awesome. We were an unstoppable force to be reckoned with and along with our buddy Dan, we were the Three Amigos reincarnate (except Dan played tenor saxophone but we'll let that slide).
One of the rules we followed at band camp was that we were to keep every place we visited tidy. If you left behind anything of importance, you got punished with running laps, push-ups, or public admonishment. Once you served your punishment, you got your item back. One morning Ricky and I left our music on the field when preparing for morning block and some upper classman found it. We didn't even know it was gone until lunch time when we had a meeting after lunch to go over our afternoon activities. Once we found out, we were asked if we wanted it back. We both said "Yes." and walked up to the front of the group to receive our punishment. We hung our heads down expecting the worse punishment possible when all of a sudden the Drum Major David Henslee says, "You have to sing a song in front of everybody".
Sing a song?
SING A SONG?!
Seriously? What kind of punishment is that? perform in front of everybody?! I look at Ricky and without hesitation bust out into the theme song form The Jeffersons. People start laughing which was impetus for us to go all out with it. I dug down deep, channeled my best Sherman Henslee attitude, and belted the song out even louder. Then at one point, in an almost possessed state I point at the crowd and yelled, "CLAP!" We got the back beat going in the room and we finished the song in a Christina Aguilera-like "We finally found a piece of the piiiiiiiiii-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" We got a massive applause and cheer at the end of our performance. We accepted our music back, sat down, and both had red faces and huge grins on our faces. We did it. We rocked the party!
My CPCTIF2 classes have a show coming up. I get to pass on this nugget of wisdom onto a new generation of actors. It's awesome to see something so powerful continue for all to make their own.