Ignoring the Drum Major

I'm ignoring the drum major Or at least I wished I was, since she can be very loud, and I'm fingering my Shako, you can pet him if you want, he won't bite, I promise, and my Dinkles have a rock in each heel. I want to bend over and take it out, but the thought never forms in my mind. I watch the crowd with lazy eyes, that way they can't see me looking around, and now that I have nothing to do but watch the drum major and think, I become aware of my muscles, and decide to think about something else. I realise I had left my ankle brace on the tightest setting; I could feel my circulations weaken in my toes. Quick movements catch my eye; We snap-turn and exit the field, I'm still thinking about the rocks in my Dinkles, and don't even notice as it starts to rain.