S.O.T.B.

The call of attention brings my best face forward

The drum majors call mark time

and so begins the thump, thump, thump of the bass drum

My heart somehow beats in rhythm

as I try to focus

We enter the field, lights in our eyes

Nervous energy fills the body

As the snare drum makes a rimshot

To opening set we go

Check the press box,

then to parade rest

The voice of the announcer soon is all around us

And my body goes into rigid form

Dut, dut, dut, dut, dut, dut

Suddenly I am gliding across the grass with such

power and grace

The music echoes throughout the dome

And my eyes frantically search for a dressing point

Playing, dressing, keeping in-step,

watching the drum majors,

It's a cumbersome job

But only those of great strength

and focus can take on this feat

And that's why only those who dare

would call us "just a marching band"

But we are so much more

We are the Sound of the Braves.