The Big Day
As I sat there waiting for my results, surrounded by friends but feeling so alone, I pondered at all the possibilities "maybe I qualified for state or maybe I didn't" I kept thinking. I could hear the blasting of horns and the beating of drums in the distance, strangely though I was surrounded by sound and vibrations I still managed to tune it out. For some reason to me sitting in that one seat became almost my own little bubble filled with self doubt while at the same time a shred of hope. It felt like chaos and anarchy reigned in my head, hope battling doubt, until I saw a judge post results on to a wall; my bubble popped, and slowly I approached the results.
Going into my junior year of high school I had only one goal; to become the best Euphonium player and prove all the people who ever doubted me wrong. After playing the Euphonium for a year I had experienced my first crushing defeat at the All-City Band auditions, and knowing this was my last semester before my senior year, I knew Solo and Ensemble auditions were my only hope of making a name for my self and changing peoples’ perceptions of me. I could feel the weight of the world on my shoulders; I didn't feel a want to succeed but a burning need to.
For weeks I practiced, listened to my …show more content…
Just looking at the results and seeing a “2” I knew would not only crush me but kill all my hopes. Not only that but it would prove all the people who doubted me right, and worse the people who believed in me wrong. I move past the huge crowd of others trying to see their scores and look for my name; I find it and look across to see my result, and my jaw drops. I scurry over back to my group fighting back tears trying to get a hold of my self. I text my mom "I qualified for state!" I looked around and for the first time felt like I belonged. In a matter of seconds my perception of myself had changed and I finally felt like I had made
As I sat there waiting for my results, surrounded by friends but feeling so alone, I pondered at all the possibilities "maybe I qualified for state or maybe I didn't" I kept thinking. I could hear the blasting of horns and the beating of drums in the distance, strangely though I was surrounded by sound and vibrations I still managed to tune it out. For some reason to me sitting in that one seat became almost my own little bubble filled with self doubt while at the same time a shred of hope. It felt like chaos and anarchy reigned in my head, hope battling doubt, until I saw a judge post results on to a wall; my bubble popped, and slowly I approached the results.
Going into my junior year of high school I had only one goal; to become the best Euphonium player and prove all the people who ever doubted me wrong. After playing the Euphonium for a year I had experienced my first crushing defeat at the All-City Band auditions, and knowing this was my last semester before my senior year, I knew Solo and Ensemble auditions were my only hope of making a name for my self and changing peoples’ perceptions of me. I could feel the weight of the world on my shoulders; I didn't feel a want to succeed but a burning need to.
For weeks I practiced, listened to my …show more content…
Just looking at the results and seeing a “2” I knew would not only crush me but kill all my hopes. Not only that but it would prove all the people who doubted me right, and worse the people who believed in me wrong. I move past the huge crowd of others trying to see their scores and look for my name; I find it and look across to see my result, and my jaw drops. I scurry over back to my group fighting back tears trying to get a hold of my self. I text my mom "I qualified for state!" I looked around and for the first time felt like I belonged. In a matter of seconds my perception of myself had changed and I finally felt like I had made