Heyy, what's up? Here's what's happening: new story, I hope you review, don't judge too harshly

Prologue

Here we go, now is the time. I took a deep breath, stood from my seat and followed the band director into the audition room. Firmly gripping my copper finished alto saxophone I played the song through my head as Mr. Lloyd asked me a few basic questions. School band had become boring and mediocre, my school wasn't big; five hundred students at most which left an advanced band out of the question. Driving a few miles to the nearest city was a small price to pay for the opportunity to play with the world class group that was Eastridge Pistols Marching Show Band. That is if I made it in.

"Can I quickly run through a scale as a warm up?" I asked nervously, my mouth had become suddenly dry and I wasn't sure I'd be able to play.

"Yes, of course." Mr. Lloyd nodded.

I took a few more deep breaths and played up and down the Bb scale, my fingers felt at home on the keys and my nerves disappeared. Feeling more confident I decided to play through a chromatic scale too, might as well demonstrate technical skills while I had the chance.

"Okay, ready." I told Mr. Lloyd. After his nod in response I started to play.

My song starts slow and legato building in volume and speed as it progressed. When it came to the climax it was at a strong forte with a faster moving line of eighth notes. My playing was good, the result of gruelling practice, I wasn't a great player but I had the drive to become one and by the time I came down and finished the song with an accent I felt confident that I'd done my best. Sure most musicians would have played better or with less practice but it didn't faze me because all in all I'd only made a few minor mistakes. Mr. Lloyd took a few notes and took a look through my music. I fidgeted silently as I waited for my feedback.

"You're choice of music was definitely a good one." Mr. Lloyd smiled, "the song differs in styles which shows me you're capable of more than just legato. With that in mind you definitely have room for improvement and the music difficulty level might be hard for you."

My face fell from a hopeful smile to a worried grimace. I knew I could do it but first I needed a chance to prove myself. I looked directly at Mr. Lloyd and he seemed genuinely just trying to be honest. Knowing where this was headed I prepared myself so as not to let tears fall.

"But," Mr. Lloyd continued, "I think you have very promising potential and you seem like a very hard worker. So, welcome to Eastridge Pistols Marching Show Band."

"Oh, my goodness! Thank you so much." I sighed in relief and beamed at the band director.

"You're very welcome." He smiled back and handed me a paper with what appeared to be information on rehearsals, registration etc. "We'll see you on September 2nd."

With a nod thank you I exited the room smiling happily ready for a new adventure.