For those of you who do not know, RCC’s show this year was entitled “Hope, Dream, Fly.” I have never been a part of a drumline show that was this emotional, this beautiful.
The floor was white with a single red path leading off the floor. The props were large, white “paper” airplanes and one red airplane attached to long poles. At the beginning of the show, the audience did not know why there was a single red plane. As the show progressed, the members showed a longing for the red plane, reaching for it, desiring it. At the end, all of the white planes flew off the red path and only the red plane was left:
As the title implies, the red plane represented our hopes, dreams, what we are reaching towards, what we are longing to obtain.
After WGI prelims, the entire ensemble sat in the hotel conference room and talked about what the red plane symbolizes to us. Forty college-aged members talked about their dreams, their passions. I didn’t speak but listened as almost everyone in the ensemble spoke through tears about their “red planes.” I had so much I wanted to say, but I couldn’t form sentences at the time.
“Fly, Fall, Fly, fall.
Air flees from beneath me.
Fly, fall, I don’t care at all,
As long as your hand catches me.”
This show was so much more than notes on a page, fast drill, and gimmicks. It was musical artistry packaged in 7 minutes of raw emotion.
So, what is my red plane?
I am an extremely passionate person, and sometimes I can barely contain myself. I have such a strong desire to change the world, to truly make a difference, and I want to now. I love people so deeply, genuinely. My dream is to act on this love through international justice. I want to go to law school and be able to take action against human trafficking, slavery, etc. Seeking God’s justice is my biggest dream. “What does the Lord require of you but to do justice, love kindness, and walk humbly?” (Micah 6:8)
I have become especially sensitive to children born into these situations (brothels especially), children who are trapped with no hope of getting out. I would love to not only bring justice to their situation, prosecuting offenders, but to help find education for these kids and ensure a future for them.
Sometimes I forget just how lucky I am, just by virtue of where I was born. I want to continue to humble myself through my interactions with others. I hope that I never forget how blessed I am, and I hope that I seek to bless others daily.
[Every time I performed this show, I thought about the next chapter in my life. Finishing up my undergrad degree, moving away again to a new state, new school, new friends, pursuing a dream.]
I owe my life and my hope to Jesus Christ. Without him, I would be nothing. As each year passes I realize just how finite I am, and how infinite he is. I realize how broken I am and how great his mercy is. I realize that each day is a gift, and that he can carry me home at any moment. My hope is in him, completely, and I can honestly say I would not be here today, if it were not for his unconditional love. My joy is rooted in this relationship.
“‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’ Jeremiah 29:11
What is YOUR red plane?