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“Drum Major, is your band ready?”
A booming voice said over the intercom of the stadium,
I turn around on my conducting ladder, facing the judges and the crowd, and out of me shouts the words,
Tell me a secret.
Something no one knows.
Tell me a secret,
And I’ll tell you mine too.
We’ll pretend we don’t know how to use them against us.
