Chapter 1-About a Director
Her unsure stance and nervous smile could be seen as she entered the band hall. It was the first day of sixth grade. She held a clarinet case in one hand and in the other was her schedule. As she glanced down at the paper, the director's name struck her as a bit amusing. She realized that it was the same man she had met previously, when she was interviewed on what instrument she would play. Her first impression was that of a nice man. As she sat down in a chair, he walked out of his office and went to the podium. His head turned to her and gave her a small smile. She grinned nervously back. He was of a medium build, somewhat short for a guy. His chestnut brown hair was wavy and thinning. He smelled strongly of cologne and coffee. But it was the eyes that got to her. He was still intimidating and yet, there was something about his eyes…maybe it was because she couldn't figure out what color they were, but they were nice…trusting, but intimidating eyes that would miss nothing. He had a squared jaw and pointed nose. One look and you could tell he was picky. His eyes swiftly glanced the room as more people came in, then the class started. He told them that he would try and answer any questions and if they didn't understand, to please ask him. Sooner than she would have wanted, the class ended. She walked to her next class in a daze; here was a man she thought she could finally trust.