The most embarassing moment I always tell people about is from my freshman year of high school.
Picture this:
Homecoming game, halftime, we only have to march the finale part of our marching show because of everything else that goes on a halftime during the Homecoming game.
The last set of the show all I had to do was march 12 steps down the 50 yard line.
That’s it.
Of course I tripped.
And of course there was a tuba player behind me.
I don’t even know what I tripped on…to this day! It felt like I was down for forever when in reality I was down for like a second and a half.
I ended up breaking the flute (it was a loaner from the middle school I went to), but I walked away unscathed, everything except my pride. My mom and aunt were in the crowd and I was crying so hard and they laughed. I was upset at the time, but looking back on it, it was kind of funny.
And just because I loved that marching show so much here’s a video of us performing it for BOA that year in San Antonio.
