Fifteen Hour Friday

Its Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday.
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend, weekend.
Friday, Friday, getting down on Friday.
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend.
Partying, partying (YEAH)
Partying, partying (YEAH)
Fun, fun, fun, fun, looking forward to the weekend.

That’s right, kids. Here at Marching Band we have so much street cred that we can quote Rebecca Black and still be awesome. Of course most awesome of all was our own Liam Willis, who once again outdid himself with regard to costuming, this year being Virgil from the Thunderbirds. Because he’s classy like that.

Once capes were distributed (hello target practice), we settled in to watch some of Thursday’s runthrough, courtesy of mama Anderson.

Once we were in the tunnels, the silence with which we lay in wait was contrasted against the unhealthily high pitched squealing of a posse of pre-tween ‘dancers’ with an ABC3 camera pointed at them. I mean seriously. Would it kill them to show a little decorum?

Once that rehearsal was over, it was time to watch the video and see what was questionable. Case in point Drumline, from about 2:40.
Having said that, I was amazed by the warm fuzzies we all got when our lines were good. Which they generally were.

Then we performed, and it was good. And we played I Want You Back and it too was good. And then it came time for dinner, also known as the beginning of the great recruitment drive of 2011.

Then, like last year, we watched Throw It Down. Meanwhile, I noticed a posse of 'dancers' heading into another lecture theatre - also known as a captive audience. And so along with Harleigh (whom the dancers would wish to tap) and Naomi and Peta (who had pretty swirly flags) and Nat (who had seen Throw It Down too many times, an expedition to schmooze the little 'dancers' was embarked upon.

And then it was time to set up for the final show of the evening. and damn, our lines were good. Then came Thunderbirds, which were go (haha - see what I did there), and as always involved soem conjecture as to whether or not the pipers were really making the effort when it came to costuming... If you catch my drift.

Thus followed the Finale dance in which Tom was afforded an unexpected solo; and then the march back. We were danging, and singing, and moving to the groove. But nobody turned around and shouted 'Play that funky music, white boy'. That didn't stop us from boogieing (I assume that's the spelling... there's no wiggly red line) like the bosses we clearly are. Apparently the 'dancers' behind the drumline and sousas found it a touch loud, and a major hazard to duck the flaring sousa bells, but whatever. It's their own problem for congregating on our turf. Fools.

And then came the return to central, with Liam once again adorned in his Virgil the Thunderbird outfit like the classy kid we know him to be. And it was home then to rest up for not only the final spec performances, but also for TOUR!!!!!