crystal fineries

The woodwind section will glare in the drummers. The brass section sticks their noses up at them. And then they emerge about the field one day minus the drum line and you know what? No one can march for the life of them. No one can keep their steps. Lines are squiggling forward and backward. Formations which are once crisp and defined have become sluggish and bloated looking. That perfectly formed capital 'O' this rock band worked so difficult on a week ago now resembles a half-hearted 'U'. What is wrong with everybody?