Band Hall Descriptive Writing

On a hot summer afternoon, I strolled over to the band hall. I was carrying my silver trumpet that I had been playing for three years. As I walked down the stairs, I ‘helloed’ my band director from a distance. “Hello Dan,” She replied softly, “What a lovely day.” As I rushed over to the door, I bumped my trumpet against the sturdy door, making a big, low, heavy sound. Turning a deaf ear to the thump, I sat down and unpacked my trumpet. As I plugged in my mouthpiece and attempted to press down on the valves, I found that my valves are as hard as a concrete floor. Hustling over to the valve oil and snatching it up, I unscrewed the metal piece that holds the valve together. “It won’t budge.” I muttered with a frown on my face, as I pulled my valves as hard as I …show more content…
Ten, or maybe twenty minutes had passed, when I finally decided that I should go back to the band hall to join my bandmates. As I walked over to the band hall, my bandmates chuckled and teased me when they saw me carrying an unknown instrument. Ignoring the mockery, I headed back to my seat when my band director called me over with a gentle voice. “You will sit in the middle of the band.” and she pointed at the vacant seat. “Your sound needs to support us, your original seat won’t do it” She shook her head as she handed me the music for the Euphonium. “Okay.” I responded hastily, as I snatched the music she gave to me like a swift tiger. As the band played, I generated a deep, low sound. The band director stopped the band with a smile on her face.. She turned towards me and cried out, “ I love your tone.” “Thanks.” I responded, my face as red as a tomato. “Keep it up and you’ll be a great Euphonium player.” She responded back with a grin, as my bandmates cheered me up. I liked this instrument, I loved the tone this instrument is capable of, I felt different than playing the