Can a corps really be lost? Can it really vanish into forever?
A corps is a living beast with a big pulsating heart. It’s fucking ALIVE. It breathes together. One beast.
When a corps serenades you, it’s like a magnificent creature approaching you, sitting on its haunches and singing to you, and only to you. If singing to you means shoving thousands of little needles into your heart and letting the blood drip out your eyes.
It has a name. It has colors. It has a song. It has a motto. You look into any member’s eyes and you can see all the pride.
It has a past. A history made up of so many stories, so many summers. Tied up in vast storm of emotion. The emotion that makes the ache in your gut and the stinging in your eyes and the rawness in your throat and the thudding of your heart.
It has a past of success, of mistakes and recoveries. It has a past of laughter and sadness and friendship and love. It has a past woven of little pieces of the souls of all who joined its ranks, of all who cheered it on, of all who sought out its name just to be reminded of all it stood for.
Will it have a future?