A/N-Just a short about my pre-audition jitters, a bit of an about me almost. Wrote this fairly fast, in about ten minutes. I literally wrote what I was thinking and doing. Hope you guys enjoy this really short drabble!
Jitters
She scans her Buddy List again, hoping, praying, watching for the moment her best friend comes on so she can unload about her day. It has been a long day, filled with a hard, long drumline practice, a cold, windy, outdoor warm up, a fairly decent show and going on retreat. The window pops up and her hopes soar, only to be dropped back down when she sees it isn't him. Again and again, the vicious cycle repeats itself. She checks facebook for any sign of his online presence. Frustrated, she turns away.
The jazz band music lies on the table next to her. She has kept it with her all week, ready at a moment's notice. She has memorized the scales (two octaves, to make herself stand out), practiced the pieces and freaked out about the sight reading. The folded and refolded paper holds the key to her senior year. Either make the current competitive jazz band, of which she already holds a spot, or be placed in the lower level Lab Band. She is stressing about it again, fearing another lip infection that would put her out of commission for a week, at least. She rubs on special lip balms and ices down her lips.
Earlier in the week, she had felt okay, even good about her audition. It was a rare thing for her. Normally, she would spend the week before the audition ripping off the heads of the people who didn't know better than to be close to her at audition time. The auditions this year are to be blind. It is a slight relief to the trumpet player, who holds auditioning (along with spiders) among her biggest fears. Looking up to see her director watching her in an audition setting causes the junior to panic, as if she is wrong, when really, she is fine.
Her own mother baffles how her youngest child, who is so bold at everything, is so timid when it comes to this instrument. The girl does not know the answer herself. Mass public speaking? Not a problem. Soloing? Tear inducing.
Her stomach does flips as her emotions board the roller coaster. The week ahead will be long and difficult. She isn't looking forward to it, but she knows that she has to do it. Otherwise, no jazz band at all next year. And being in the competitive band now, she knows she does not want to lose this. Jazz band has been nothing short of an amazing experience.
Failure is now officially not an option.