True confession: I was a drum majorette in my high school marching band.
For three years, I got to carry the big baton and lead the 50 or so members of the band as we worked football games and parades.
My dress was a cream color, with a backing of satiny gold material on the underside of the skirt, so that if I happened to spin or even swish my hand past my skirt, spectators would be treated to a flash of brightness. I don’t recall what I wore for panties, but there must have been something. Yikes.