It was a rough season for the members of the (1). It seemed as if anything that could possibly go wrong, did. The busses constantly broke down, the showers always seemed to be too (2), and the food truck never seemed to stop serving (3). Life on the field was no walk in the park either. The show proved to be extremely (4), leaving every member ending rehearsal feeling (5) and (6). Not even competitions, the highlight of every member's summer, could bring relief to these (7) students. The audience never gave so much as a (8), let alone a (9), to their performance. To add insult to injury, the (10), their nearest competitors, had expanded their lead to over (11) points. The staff was at a loss. Each show revision seemed to make the situation worse, rather than better. When it seemed as if all hope was lost, corps director (12) pulled the group together and made the most important announcement of the summer. That would be last night of the (13) as everybody knew it. Starting in the morning, a brand new (14) would take the field. A (15) beyond anyone's wildest imagination. The show would be completely new. Rather than playing their previous repertoire, the corps would now be performing "(16)," "(17)," and close out the show with a rousing rendition of "(18)." The uniform was also to be completely revamped. The new uniforms would consist of (19) (20), (21) (22), and a (23) (24). And, of course, this would all be topped off with the ever-stylish (25). The color guard would no longer be spinning the traditional equipment of flags, rifles, and sabers, but rather impress audiences with their innovative use of (26), (27), and (28). The members were surprised to hear this news. "But what about everything else?" a member asked. "Well," (29) explained, "unfortunately, there's nothing that I can do to improve the shower situation. But fear not, for we will be getting new busses, and, starting tomorrow, (30) will be permanently removed from the corps' menu." And there was much rejoicing. (Yaaaaaay...) As dawn opened on the next day, the corps moved with a renewed sense of purpose. Amazingly, the members learned all (31) pages of the new drill in one rehearsal block, and had the new music memorized before lunch. The staff merely (32) and (33) in (34) at the amazing work being done before them. It was magic, and everyone knew it. The next time that (35) stepped onto the competition field would set the tone for the rest of the season. The new repertoire, enhanced by the new uniforms and equipment, left audiences across the country in a state of (36). Competitively, they were unstoppable. The judges ate up everything, and before long, (37) were crowned champion of the Drum Corps International World Championship competition. The moral of the story? Never serve (38). Ever.
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