I was bored with Ember, really. I don't really know why. Please let me know if you want me to continue it, because otherwise I will not.
I don't know what this story is gonna be. Most likely it won't fit the original summary, so I will change that over time. All of these will be under Tris' POV unless I say otherwise.
Sorry if you don't understand this first chapter. Its a bit music-nerdy. It will get easier to understand later though, I promise.
Thanks for reading!
I didn't want to try out for honor band.
I'm a good oboe player, though, and when news of AllState Honor Band came to town, everyone said I should try out. I was flattered - but I didn't do auditions. I hate the thought of being compared to other, more-deserving individuals.
But I eventually acquiesced, and Mom fetched me the audition music.
It was easy, like, sight reading stuff. Virtually no dynamics. Only a few staccato notes here or there, and the breath marks were literally written into the piece. So I assumed that I wouldn't make it in. Better musicians should be able to play easy stuff better, right? I was no match for high schoolers across the state, who had probably been playing for years longer than me. Not to mention that their schools probably have music programs.
Nevertheless, I auditioned. Wasn't my best run-through. My reed was too new, so some of the notes came out as high-pitched squeaks. They'll hear that over the recording.
But I had this giddy feeling at the back of my throat, like I was foreshadowing my making it in. I did my best to ignore it though; no use to get all riled up over nothing.
Or so I thought.
Tell me if this is bad. Like, straight up. Also, I want to know how many of you actually know what acquiesce means.
I am also going to make the rest of my chapters longer.
Try to, anyway.
Until next time,
~DivergentPenguin