Role takes about an hour,
People excited in their chair,
Then everyone is handed set-books,
You go out to the field,
The hot sun blistering above,
If you look around,
You see so many people,
The drumline practices by the buildings,
The pit is in the shade of the tree,
On the field you see drill forms being marched,
Music practiced over and over again,
These people will be your friends,
You will see them every day,
These are the people that will make a difference,
The ones that will learn your true identity,
When you see their faces,
You can't help but think,
These are the people you will sit with,
On a band bus at 1 A.M.,
They are who you call,
When you need help with your part,
If you don't have a ride to practice,
On Saturdays you're never apart,
Right now all you can think about,
Is getting the fieldshow down,
Learning your part and sets,
Not much else to do right now,
You see the heat rising from the field,
Rushing for water during breaks,
Talking to friends and enemies,
You know how it feels,
When you enter that door,
You know what time it is,
You will always look forward to this,
Because band camp is finally here again.
