Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp Descriptive Writing

I walked through the dust and dirt to the familiar nondescript building I had come to know and love: Merek South in Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp. Trumpet case in hand, I pushed open the teal double doors and was met with a wall of sound. I felt the corners of my mouth rise and give birth to an excited grin as I walked past the percussion equipment and other trumpet players to the only open seat, which stood out in sharp contrast against the sea of blue polo shirts and navy blue pants--the required uniform of the camp. I had attended Blue Lake before, but now I was about to embark on their international exchange program, which would bring me to France, Germany, and Holland for five weeks during the Summer.
“Are you Patrick from Maryland,” asked a girl in the middle of the section who I later learned was Julia.
“That’s me,” I replied eagerly as I took the empty seat next to Keenan. He was the only person in the band I recognised, as he had been in my cabin last summer. Keenan was, in all regards, very average. His defining characteristics were his thin frame, and small wiry glasses.
“Hey! How have you been,” I asked him as I started unpacking my …show more content…
Since Keenan spoke 3 languages other than English, I had no doubt he was going to get in. I was the wild card. Luckily, I was accepted because of a superb counselor recommendation. Since I lived so far away from the camp, which is in Michigan, I did not attend the first two rehearsals because they were only a few hours long. That led to, as Julia told me, playful theories within the trumpet section about who I was and whether or not I was going to show up. Once the rehearsal ended, I was most surprised by the openness of everyone. There was not a single person in the band who failed to try to strike up conversation with people around them. Everyone was so amiable that it made it easy to make