Let It Be...
Tonight has changed my life. I have agreed to the unthinkable...
I am going on a high school band tour. No, not as a sponsor, but as a band member. The director of a local Christian school called me up and begged me to play. They have a band competition in Mishawaka and have NO clarinet players. The usual college fill in/helpers are all going on Spring break tour themselves. That only leave me, yes I have played professionally but don't mind digressing a bit. Yes I decided I can't go lower than high school band. But hey, the trip is free...My community service for the year. I think I had suppressed some high school memories, but even preparing for a trip like this brings them all back. I think of high school...Brandon, Kari, Steve, Miranda, Andy,...and the list goes on. Wow. High school seems like forever ago. I am not sure if I am ready to be back. I am in for the ride of my life.
At least I will be able to see my improvements over the years. This is an "interesting" band that I will be playing in. Maybe I will put my hair in pigtails and act immature, have a little fun while I'm at it.
This director loves me so much he even offered to let me bring a friend along, but all my friends are married. Yes that is correct. I have no one to take along with me, no one to help me keep my sanity. All well.
I will be creating new memories this weekend...that I will NEVER forget.
I am going on a high school band tour. No, not as a sponsor, but as a band member. The director of a local Christian school called me up and begged me to play. They have a band competition in Mishawaka and have NO clarinet players. The usual college fill in/helpers are all going on Spring break tour themselves. That only leave me, yes I have played professionally but don't mind digressing a bit. Yes I decided I can't go lower than high school band. But hey, the trip is free...My community service for the year. I think I had suppressed some high school memories, but even preparing for a trip like this brings them all back. I think of high school...Brandon, Kari, Steve, Miranda, Andy,...and the list goes on. Wow. High school seems like forever ago. I am not sure if I am ready to be back. I am in for the ride of my life.
At least I will be able to see my improvements over the years. This is an "interesting" band that I will be playing in. Maybe I will put my hair in pigtails and act immature, have a little fun while I'm at it.
This director loves me so much he even offered to let me bring a friend along, but all my friends are married. Yes that is correct. I have no one to take along with me, no one to help me keep my sanity. All well.
I will be creating new memories this weekend...that I will NEVER forget.
3 Comments:
I'll go with you if they let me play french horn. Band rocks.
I'm sure I haven't forgotten how to play already. It's only been five years.
By Textual Harassment, at 8:10 PM
Watch out for crazy trombonists driving yellow cars :)
By Anonymous, at 12:41 AM
^^^^^Steve
By Anonymous, at 12:41 AM
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