Ah, sweet freedom! I, the parade hater, have been released from the torture of standing and sweating brought up by the thoughtless yet all-powerful Band Director!
I suppose I should elaborate. Being the brilliant, wonderful, talented (coughs are heard from teh audience) musician that I am, my teacher thought it only right for me to audition for the local Youth Symphony. Nothing too serious, right? Of course not. Getting into the senior division would be no trouble at all for me (some members of the audience leave to get water for their chronic coughs) to make the senior division of the symphony.
To describe the day in its entirety.........
I put Biff (my horn, if you didn't know) back in his case and walked out of my room to get ice for my lips. My mom handed me a letter. I opened it and read it over, several times, not quite able to believe what I was reading. My audition for the youth symphony had been scheduled... no the day of the parade. I tamped down my glee and looked at the time. Ten AM. Wonderful. There was no way in the world that we'd be done with the parade by then, so I was free. Free from what I hated so much.
It's not that there's anything wrong with parades. I just hate them. I'm not really a marching band person, I do concert and jazz band, and that's what I love. The evil mellophone, and my brief affair with the silver one, sort of sullied my opinion of marching band and marching over all.
But I digress. The next day, I approached the director. "Oh Mighty Director? Could I have a word with you?"
"Of course. What do you need?" (I'm the suck-up of the band, not to mention first chair horn.)
"I have a scheduling conflict... I really hate to tell you this, but I'm not going to be able to make the parade... you see, my Youth Symphony audition is on the same day and I won't be able to manage it." Aren't I a good liar? I'm not even making this up. That's not to endorse lying to your director, I just happen to be good at it.
"Well... I think we'll be able to manage. That shouldn't be a problem."
Was that painless or what? I almost felt the need to brace myself for something horrible, but decided against it.
Nothing horrible has happened yet, but will a marching curse be placed upon me? Find out next... in the next chapter of RANDOM MUSINGS AND GENERAL INSANITY.
I suppose I should elaborate. Being the brilliant, wonderful, talented (coughs are heard from teh audience) musician that I am, my teacher thought it only right for me to audition for the local Youth Symphony. Nothing too serious, right? Of course not. Getting into the senior division would be no trouble at all for me (some members of the audience leave to get water for their chronic coughs) to make the senior division of the symphony.
To describe the day in its entirety.........
I put Biff (my horn, if you didn't know) back in his case and walked out of my room to get ice for my lips. My mom handed me a letter. I opened it and read it over, several times, not quite able to believe what I was reading. My audition for the youth symphony had been scheduled... no the day of the parade. I tamped down my glee and looked at the time. Ten AM. Wonderful. There was no way in the world that we'd be done with the parade by then, so I was free. Free from what I hated so much.
It's not that there's anything wrong with parades. I just hate them. I'm not really a marching band person, I do concert and jazz band, and that's what I love. The evil mellophone, and my brief affair with the silver one, sort of sullied my opinion of marching band and marching over all.
But I digress. The next day, I approached the director. "Oh Mighty Director? Could I have a word with you?"
"Of course. What do you need?" (I'm the suck-up of the band, not to mention first chair horn.)
"I have a scheduling conflict... I really hate to tell you this, but I'm not going to be able to make the parade... you see, my Youth Symphony audition is on the same day and I won't be able to manage it." Aren't I a good liar? I'm not even making this up. That's not to endorse lying to your director, I just happen to be good at it.
"Well... I think we'll be able to manage. That shouldn't be a problem."
Was that painless or what? I almost felt the need to brace myself for something horrible, but decided against it.
Nothing horrible has happened yet, but will a marching curse be placed upon me? Find out next... in the next chapter of RANDOM MUSINGS AND GENERAL INSANITY.