The Last March

“Alright, people 5 minutes to go!”
Anxious, excited, ready to burst I am feeling so much emotion. The most magical place on Earth, and I am here again, with another chance to perform.

Three years ago, I came here to do the same thing, but Fate did not allow it: I got sick and was confined to a hotel room for a day. The day of, I wasn’t completely better and advised not to do more than walk slowly, carefully, and stay hydrated.

Now I am back, I am ready, I am healthy. I am stoked.

The girls behind be buzz with as much energy as I do. We have a very important job—we give the first impression. I turn, they are all barely able to stand still. So much excitement, we just want to scream. But we can’t…we are now cast members. I smile.
“Girls, it’s the last show of the season, its the last show forever for half of us. We won’t be able to perform with you again, it’s our last year in high school. Make us proud. Show everyone why we have these banners. Show them that we are the best!”
Some of us are close to tears, from excitement and sadness mingled. It’s been a long road and we seniors couldn’t ask for a better place for our final show.
All of us are glowing, never expecting to have been this lucky.

“One minute and counting!”

We all fidget even more. Our instructors walk by, telling us they know we can do this and that we will rock the show. The other cast members, full time ones who work here, wish us luck, saying that we will do great.

“30 seconds!”

At a ready, we send up our prayers, hurridley say our last words until the end, encouraging each other. Called to attention, we snap up, our flags snapping sharply, and the doors swing open. The banners in front of me, one announcing our name and the other proclaiming our state title, start to move. I lead the girls out behind them, all of us walking proudly, broad smiles that could be seen miles away.
We begin a 5 minute experiance that none of will ever forget, and I finally get to do this with them…all of us, our first times there performing, and for some, our last. But we can’t help but be overjoyed, ectatic.

Everyone follows us out, the floats and cast members following our humble little marching band. The first year, the band didn’t lead the actual members; we had our own little thing like many others before us. But not this year. This year, we are apart of something bigger.

How many people can say that they lead a Disney parade?

The Last March


Port Deposit, United States

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My experiance at one of the greatest places I have ever been

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