Best marching moment:
One word: State. I went last year with Sherman and although we did get 10th in finals.. I was okay with that. I got to step out onto that field for the last time with my brother, the man who inspired me to perform in music in the first place. Being on that field in the first place was an honor to me but then all the emotion from having finally accomplished what we had been going for all year. Wow. I really did start crying. I miss that moment and if I could, I would bring it back for the chance to march with my brother just one more time.