Audition Time

Let me start off by properly introducing myself (seeing how I didn't last time). My name is Catherine Trotter; but please, just call me Cat. I live in San Diego (actually Vista) and am a freshman in College. As an 18 year old, I have already found my passion, which is music. So what else would my major be other than football? What, you thought I was going to say music? Ha-ha, that is sooo original. But, yea. I'm just joking. My major IS music =D

Now, I know I don't have much experience with drum corps (last season was my first), but I really wanted to start this blog in hoping both you and I learn something from it. You learn from my experiences, and I learn from yours (or something like that). My first experience that you will learn about is the Velvet Knight auditions. I had many reasons to audition for this drum and bugle corps, one which was that I want to experience a new corps this year. Last year I performed with Impulse and this year I decided I wanted a new challenge.

Auditioning for VK was certainly a new experience for me. At the first of the auditions, I arrived half an hour after check-in time. The parking lot was fairly dark; lights being only a couple here and there. I saw a few figures standing around a car, and then the front ensemble instruments standing beside a really small truck. Being as naive as I was (and mostly still am), I thought all corps, even the Open Class ones, had semi's to carry their instruments.

I was really nervous about coming to this audition; I never really auditioned for Impulse. I started out as a trumpet player, and unfortunately, I blew out my knee and couldn't march. At first I tried to, and everyone told me "No, go to PIT. You'll hurt it even more!" I wanted to scream and say, "I can do this. I can! Now believe in me, you stupid non-believing people!" Ken White, the director of the corps, made me go up and introduce myself to Alex Mendoza, who was the front ensemble coach. Do you know what he said? "Well, if you DO need to transfer, you don't need to try out-I saw you perform at Bands of America." Funny story. When I wear my contacts, I look exactly like the person he saw performing at BOA. I have known her (Lauren, my twin) for all my high school years, but transferred schools during my senior year. I didn't perform at BOA, but since Lauren is an awesome player, I didn't bother correcting Alex. I'm pretty sure he figured it out when I did transfer to the front ensemble, and couldn't play that well.

Okay, okay. That was a bit off track, but that last part did have a point. Auditioning for Velvet Knights was not only nerve-racking because it was basically my first ever drum corps audition, but also because my main instrument is not percussion, and I am not that good. I have gotten better since last season, and am making great progress. The front ensemble coaches didn't think so, and cut me on the second audition. At the end of the first, they told me some stuff I needed to work on if I wanted to get in, and surprisingly, I got a whole lot better in between that audition and the next. I believe the only reason they said I didn't make it was the night of the second audition, I was an idiot and cut my finger. It hurt like hell, and looked worse. I could barely play the whole weekend (I cut my finger right where the mallet was supposed to be held).

Not making VK upset me. By the end of the first camp, I was really hoping to get in. There were a whole lot of friendly people, and basically not that much different from Impulse. It was just another corps, being a family and loving each other. The only thing that I didn't like was when we washed are dishes, the water was cold. At Impulse it was always hot, and in the summer, I really wouldn't mind if it was cold. But seeing that this was December, in 40 degree weather, oh man. My hands had never been so cold in my life!

So anyway, after I was told I didn't get into VK, I talked to everyone who was trying out for the front ensemble, and big surprise-everyone but me made it. One of the vets asked me if I wanted a hug and seemed to feel really bad that I didn't make it (it turned out to be a group hug). Then the camp was over, and everyone but me left. Only two people (the director and I think a guard coach) were still left an hour later when my mother came to pick me up. That seems; I don't know...a bit ironic? I just wanted to go home so I could cry over spilled milk, and I was forced to stay and wait for my mom for an hour after the camp ended because she thought it ended at five instead of four and wouldn't pick up her cell phone.

That, my friends, was my first experience about corps this season that you will hear about. I have more auditions coming up this and next weekend (Impulse and Pacific Crest respectively). What? You think I'm crazy for trying out for a World Class corps if I couldn't even make an Open Class??!!! Well, yes. I am crazy, but I have gotten better (so I'm not THAT horrible anymore) and my finger is all healed so I can play again. I am crossing my fingers that I make PC; and honestly, I never really thought about auditioning for them until my cousin (who turned down Phantom Regiment to help out his dying grandmother) asked me why I wasn't. If I don't make PC, I would like to march with Impulse again this season, and hope for the best.

With music soaring from every single skin cell of my body, \

-Cat