Here's a story that is along the same lines as part of your story.
In 1988 we had a number of shows with BD and our two hornlines started getting along very well to the point that they would exchange bags of candy on retreat with each other.
Well at finals retreat we happened to be set up next to BD on the field and since the placements for semi's were not announced that year BD didn't know that they weren't still undefeated going into finals, so they were pretty much expecting to win that year. Well we all know that Madison took the crown.
A mellophone player in our corps, after the announcement of scores and such, happened to look over at BDs horn line and noticed an alto player. He watched her take of her gloves and shoes to place on the field (she was obviously aging out that year), and when she squated down to put them on the field he noticed she just started sobbing.
He stepped out of ranks and walked over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder, she stood up, gave him a long hug while crying on his shoulder and all she said was - "seven years and this is how it ends"
Now we had a rather rough season that year and by the end of tour all of us were so burned out that we just couldn't wait for the season to end, and when that mellophone player recounted the story of the girl in BDs horn line on our bus ride home it really hit home to me. you see I had been with the corps for 7 year, it was my age out year, and I just realized that my last season as a bluecoat ended with my wishing the last week or so would just get over with. Needless to say I started crying on my bus partner's shoulder right then and there because "seven years and that's how it ended"