In marching band, all majorettes had to wear curly hair pieces. To make our hair all look the same, and make our hair look more full. Well, I was having trouble putting it on and my mom helped me. I thought she put it on right, but I was wrong. During the opening, we had to spin around and catch the baton. After I caught it, we had to gallop across the field, twirling the baton. While we were doing it, I heard people laughing and shouting. I didn’t understand why but I kept on performing. At the ending, one of the majorettes near me whispered “your hair piece.” IT WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FIELD. And my CRUSH was there watching. It was Awful. People nickname me Hair Piece.