Proposal Revised

I just added a little more meat to the narrative. The idea is to paint in your mind what the steel pan meant to me and how that would transpire in the documentary.

Reflections of Pan
It was the Friday of the 19th in February, 1999 and I remember looking outside my front porch watching the band from next door strut the steel pans down the road. It was a team effort and the entire neighborhood cheered them while others followed and helped monitor the pans. Big crates carried these huge pans, and strong men pushed them from behind. They began playing a local tempo unrecognizable to me at the time. People began dancing and cheering. It almost became a celebration that the band was going to play again that year in the Panorama Festival. It was the first time I was introduced to pan as a young girl. Although I did not pick up the art for playing the instrument, I still cheered my band. Others always complained about them practicing at nights, but on that day, it almost felt as though they were cheering heroes.