Personal Narrative: Cool Night Rehearsal

My fingers slip on the keys during cool night rehearsals where the condensation gathers mischievously in the location it should not. I forgot my jacket on the day determined to dip below forty degrees; the player in front of me lent his jacket to his girlfriend but Will wears vests. During the break, whoever was kind enough would lend me their sweater until the next break. It was a regular stadium rehearsal that lasted two and a half hours but it was longest rehearsal I’ve ever endured. I was in the one section that didn’t march but that meant I’d have to haul my keyboard up to the school. I would not be exaggerating if it was a half mile hike with an instrument bigger than a desk. It was a struggle but I willingly joined because if I was not hauling up a synth to the band room, who would?

My boyfriend Will thrust the registration form in my hand the day he received an extra copy. My brain rushed through all the possibilities in marching band. The experience had a euphoric essence in my mind when I envied over my new friends. But I had two concerns: The first being that I’m not a very skilled or experienced musician, and my other concern was the cost and time commitment. Will assured me on my first concern that I didn’t have to be. However, he wasn’t the wise one to give me advice because he had played piano for …show more content…
In the end, the rehearsals that made my hands unable to play music, the miles I’ve walked returning equipment, and getting home at two in the morning from competitions did not kill me. Franklin aspired to be a model to posterity, and in a way I do too. The legacy of this marching band must be assured to students after me, I am the legacy that future students are inspired by. With band comes passion, as well as the struggle to improve as a musician and to relinquish all of your freedom and good sleep. It is a bargain, because you can get much more from band than it gives