Music and my feet are two separate things. For a good portion of my life, they acted as two separate entities. It wasn’t until I entered the caddywhompus world known as high school, that music connected with my feet. Two words. Marching band. Marching band was frustrating, exhilarating and outright life changing. Four years of high school marching band left me with a plethora of memories, friends and an increased annoyance of out of tune notes. Since choosing to be a member of my college marching band, I have increased my musical skills as well as marching techniques. Every step I take is in 8 to 5, and every song that I hear I can tell you if its in 4/4 or 6/8 time. I used to think of my feet as having nothing in common with music. I was wrong.