We show up at the school, and... it's poring. So of course I was wearing an off-white shirt. And we had to run through the field show before the performance, so, yeah. I decided that see-through shirts were a new fashion statement. At least I wasn't like my friend Katie who was wearing an neon yellow shirt with a black bra. Then we went inside and spread our flags all over the guard room to attempt to dry them.

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The actual performance didn't go too bad. It stopped raining before we went outside. The western song went well, but as I got to my spot for the Jazz section and bent down along with everyone else, I realised there wasn't a red ring in my place. We all stand up and I look down the line while dancing without a ring. There's a gold one ten yards down. Katie, one of the captains, was the second person to my side and she told me to run for it.
So I did. The whole band is in a standstill and I ran like a madwoman to grab the gold, not red, ring. A former guard member, Ali, was cheering me on as I ran.Everything else was fine, except we made Olympic rings, and mine was all red, we have red uniforms, and I had a bright gold one. Then it started poring again. And we had to leave.
I decided to get a hot dog and water. With a twenty. I forgot to get the change, and, well, I guess I gave them a sixteen dollar tip. Then I went inside completely drenched. I don't know what the ending score was, since we didn't last long, but we were up 19 to 13 when we left.

Fin.