"Momma?" A little boy with dirty blonde hair and gray eyes called out to his mom during a parade. "I wanna do that!" He said pointing to the drum majors and their silver sticks with yellow yarn around the shaft and a black cap on the top. As the band played, the drum majors twirled their sticks and the little boy watched in awe as the band came and went.
"When you're older, Finny." His mom told him.
On the same parade route, there was a little girl with golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes, wild with excitement, waiting for the band. They were her favorite part of the parade. She watched in awe as they marched; straight lines, their feet on the right beat. But unlike the little boy, what caught the girl's eye was the shiny gold and silver instruments especially the ones with three keys.
"Daddy!" She said. "What's that?"
"That my sweet sweet Aria Melody, is a trumpet."
"I wanna play it!"
"When you're older Ari."