Sometimes, at the beginning of another practice for Shaw High School's marching band, Director Donshon Wilson stands in front of his students and just stares at them.
They stand, too, silent and still. Waiting.
Usually, one of them finally will ask, "Why are you staring at us, Mr. Wilson?"
They know the answer, but they want to hear it again.
"Because you made it," he tells them. "You aren't out there doing drugs. You aren't out there with ...
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