Marian's music and marching, and even the grueling practices, have a grip on these youngsters.
Friends looking in from the outside don't understand music without hip-hop beats and rap lyrics. They don't get the fancy uniforms, or why text messages go unanswered for hours, parties unattended, the whole thing.
"Rap, hip-hop, dance music -- we all listen to the same stuff," says Wolske. "But they don't find the emotions we do in this music."
'Here, you become connected'Perhaps no one believes more deeply in this band than those who struggle to participate, despite serious illness.
Alana Carr, a petite, 15-year-old flutist, had a liver, small bowel and pancreas transplant when she was 4. She has suffered nerve damage that necessitated surgeries on her legs.
So this season, she can't march -- ankles are too weak. Instead, she works in the band's electronics crew on the sidelines, dressed in full black-and-gold regalia during competitions, while hundreds of others get to take the field.
Despite these restrictions, being a part of the band is "life changing," she says. Before marching band, "I always kept away from everyone, to myself," Carr says. "Here, you become connected."
"I want to march really bad," she adds. "Maybe next year."
Andrew Quinlan, a 15-year-old bass drum player who developed diabetes before he was 2 years old, wears an insulin pump and has to have his blood sugar checked every 30 to 120 minutes by the band's volunteer medical personnel.
"He doesn't really care about anything else than band," says Cindy Quinlan, his mom. "But at this time of the year, because of all the stress and everything that goes on with his body, it is hard. They (the medical team) need to be on him."
Indeed, throughout the competition weekend, Brian Johnson, a nurse and Marian parent who volunteers in the medical crew, makes a game of checking Andrew Quinlan's blood sugar.
"Who can guess Drew's number?" Johnson shouts out to a group of boys putting on their uniforms.
"At first, when I used to check Drew's blood, he'd want to do it privately, quietly. 'Don't let the kids see,' he'd say," Johnson recalls.
"And I said, 'To heck with that. Let's be open. Let the kids learn something. ... Now they kind of protect him."
A surprising resultThe Marian Catholic High School marching band takes the field Saturday afternoon at Lucas Oil Stadium in downtown Indianapolis (where the NFL's Colts play) for the preliminary round of the regionals and performs its complex show, "The Nightingale: A Parable of Gilded Cages." Though everyone's a little nervous, or at least adrenaline-charged, "You let the music take you," says Engelbert, the band president.
The piece unfolds more beautifully than ever.
"If there are 10 bands that are better than that, I want to see it," assistant band director Bobby Lambert tells the exhilarated players in the parking lot outside the stadium, in effect predicting that Marian will make it into the finals.
"I feel the emergence of young people becoming artists."
The band indeed not only takes first prize in its class but also highest honors in music performance, visual performance and general effect -- everything on the books.
Everyone's riding high going into the finals at night, where the top bands again perform for the judges. But when the results are announced, Marian places fourth, with Avon High School, of Avon, Ind., triumphant.
Marian's exuberance instantly turns to dismay, or something close to it. Still standing on the field, in quiet disbelief, the musicians immediately start diagnosing the problem.
"You can't make an impact if you don't push your limits," says Wolske, the lead clarinetist, disappointed in herself and her peers, notwithstanding the obstacles they've endured to get this far.
Once the band returns to its impromptu dorm, in the small hours of Sunday morning, director Bimm reminds the kids that after the Grand Nationals it all will be over. Win or lose, the performance they give in the same stadium will forever shape their memory of what happened this season, what they achieved -- or didn't.
"That really hit me hard," says senior Joe Johnson, a horn player and the son of medical volunteer Brian Johnson.
He and his friends soon will find out what kind of artists they are, and whether they finally can nail this show to Bimm's satisfaction -- and their own.
Marching to glory