I was satisfied with how I performed in the audition, playing all the pieces without wrong notes. I could have worked a bit more in places like tempo, dynamics and the chromatic scale, but I thought it was good enough. The last piece of homework was finished and I decided to relax the rest of the night using my iPad. As soon as I pushed the power button, a notification from Gmail titled “Junior Districts Audition Scores” appeared. It was from Mr. Wright.
I am sure to have made it in, my conscience stated. I had practiced a minimum of an hour nightly for the half month leading up to Junior Districts. The piece on mallet percussion was well rehearsed, as well as most rhythmic mistakes removed from the timpani and snare pieces. The email was composed of a list of those who qualified for Junior Districts, followed by their instrument and seat in either the concert band, orchestra, or jazz band. My eyes scanned for my name as I scrolled down on the email.
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I was ecstatic. Boldly replying that I accept the offer, I sent out texts to my marching band friends who had qualified. They all responded excitedly, as they too thought that I should have made it in. Later down the line, I discovered that the timpanist position in the band should have been given to me from the start. The jazz drummer also got the timpanist position in the band, and musicians could only have one position for each festival. Keeping a positive mind truly can flip a situation around, mentally and