You Remember…
It's the first day of summer. You're excited, pumped, and can't wait for that extra four hours of sleep. As you wake up at 6:30, still unused to the fact you can sleep in for another four hours, you lie there, attempting to go back to sleep as the sun peeks through your window blinds.
Outside a bird sings and you remember the sweet melody of the bassoon and clarinet- and then the clarinet squeaked, ruining the beautiful moment.
A car zooms by fast. You remember the times your band was marching down the street for practice and all the cars that zoomed by really fast laughing at the band members- then suddenly crashing into the flag poles.
You hear the laugh of a child outside and remember seeing the little kids laugh and dance during parades, seeing the future band members in the stands smiling, hoping someday they can be just like you- and you trip during the show/parade because you weren't watching where you were going.
A basketball thuds against your basketball hoop. You remember people playing tuba ball during band- then getting a large wad of paper stuck inside the bell.
Your alarm goes off and the buzzing reminds you of the static problems the band director had when the microphone got too close to the doctor which got too close to the doctor and those agonizing minutes everyone clutched their ears in pain as the buzzing spread across the field- then the buzzing stopped and was replaced by the echoing sound of the metronome.
Someone in the kitchen is cooking food and you remember those late night practices where someone in the apartments near your school was cooking beef stew and everyone could smell it but couldn't eat it but you know the band director will give you food because he promised- then the band director gives Popsicles left over from last week.
Soon everything you hear reminds you of band, the good times and the bad times and as your eyes focus on the spot where your instrument is or used to lie, you give a small smile, turn over, and go back to sleep.
It's the first day of summer. You're excited, pumped, and can't wait for that extra four hours of sleep. As you wake up at 6:30, still unused to the fact you can sleep in for another four hours, you lie there, attempting to go back to sleep as the sun peeks through your window blinds.
Outside a bird sings and you remember the sweet melody of the bassoon and clarinet- and then the clarinet squeaked, ruining the beautiful moment.
A car zooms by fast. You remember the times your band was marching down the street for practice and all the cars that zoomed by really fast laughing at the band members- then suddenly crashing into the flag poles.
You hear the laugh of a child outside and remember seeing the little kids laugh and dance during parades, seeing the future band members in the stands smiling, hoping someday they can be just like you- and you trip during the show/parade because you weren't watching where you were going.
A basketball thuds against your basketball hoop. You remember people playing tuba ball during band- then getting a large wad of paper stuck inside the bell.
Your alarm goes off and the buzzing reminds you of the static problems the band director had when the microphone got too close to the doctor which got too close to the doctor and those agonizing minutes everyone clutched their ears in pain as the buzzing spread across the field- then the buzzing stopped and was replaced by the echoing sound of the metronome.
Someone in the kitchen is cooking food and you remember those late night practices where someone in the apartments near your school was cooking beef stew and everyone could smell it but couldn't eat it but you know the band director will give you food because he promised- then the band director gives Popsicles left over from last week.
Soon everything you hear reminds you of band, the good times and the bad times and as your eyes focus on the spot where your instrument is or used to lie, you give a small smile, turn over, and go back to sleep.