Marching Stories

Who are you?We were on the bus on the way back from the first away game when someone finally said it. It had been hanging in the tension filled air that completely bewildered the new members of the band. "So who wants to play 'Who are you?'" called an anonymous voice in the crowd and everyone sophomore year and up looked around with eager looks on their faces, me included. We were under the cover of darkness, so the camer...