"ONE AND TWO AND THREE AND FOUR AND"

Boy what a day. Nothings says fun while trying to play your trumpet while your director is screaming in your ear.

I miss counted ONE measure and now he feels the need to recite eighth notes in my ear at drastic volumes.

Like I said:

What a day.

Before I go any further…

My name is Brian Wenston, I am 17, and I play 1st chair trumpet in the marching band.

Ah yes 1st chair. The glamorous position of being top dog in the high brass.

Sure the respect from my fellow trumpet players is fine, but the impossible high notes with more solos than I can count can get a little bit unnerving.

And on top of all that hell,

I have to march near impossible drill because our marching instructor is an ex-DCI judge who feels the need to make every single god damn set a jazz run across field.

Whoop dee doo.

Now don't get me wrong, I love marching band and I've been playing trumpet since 5th grade, but it gets a little old.

Oh. Here's another perk. Since I play 1st trumpet, my director thinks I can handle anything so when I screw up, stop the mother fucking presses and beat me upside the head!

Back to business.

"AND TWO AND THREE AND…"

Lets see…

C, D, Bb, Eb, *rest*, G, A, Bb, C, *squeak*

Fuck.

Mr. Davidson gives me a sharp glare as I can't hold out the high C.

"You know, Mr. Wenston. If you would take in more air than a four year old girl…"

Ah here we go. Every time I miss a single note…

Blah blah blah not enough air.

Blah blah blah what kind of embouchure is that.

Blah blah blah your posture is a mess.

If I suck so bad, put someone else in my position! I honestly don't care! BAHHH!

*Er-hem*

Sorry…

This is just what I have to deal with.

So this continues for the rest of the week and it gets no better what so ever.

"WHAT KIND OF ROLLSTEP IS THAT?"

"CALL THE PRESCHOOL THEY'RE MISSING A FOUR YEAR OLD GIRL"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE TRYING? IF YOU WERE TRYING YOU WOULDN'T DISAPPOINT ME!"

Yeah.

Fun stuff.

The more and more he yelled at me. I noticed something…

HE ONLY YELLS AT ME!

So I pretty much had enough of this and confronted him after class.

"Mr. Davidson may I ask you a question?"

"I suppose, but make it quick I have more important things to work on."

"Alright. Well…"

"Come on. Spit it out."

"Why is it that you always yell at me but not so much everyone else?"

"Ah. Well the thing is: you have talent Brian. I correct you because I expect more from you. I also do it too keep you from slacking. So if you are really having such a problem with me yelling at you. Whenever I do so, it means I have faith in you, but this is not an excuse to start slacking you understand me?"

"Yes sir!"

I guess I was grinning a little too widely because he gave me a dark scowl.

"You are dismissed Brian."

:D