Orchestra. A harmonious branch of music where melodies flow from the hollow bodies of violins, violas, cellos, and basses. A thin wooden baton is swung wildly, conducting dramatic notes from famous compositions. Tunes fill the room as hopping heels and tapping toes go “Thump” Thump” “Thump”. Heads bob and torsos sway in unison, like puppets bound to dancing strings that were hung by the conductor. I made a rotten decision. I had no doubt about it when I clicked open my sister’s text.
“Did you try out?“ I sighed. “Yes, I did”, I thought as I watched Mr. Hudson spread clear tape onto white paper and slap it to the door. My breath came out in gasps as my golden-brown eyes scanned the eight inch by ten inch sheet of paper. “Symphony Orchestra 2015-2016 Rooster” it read. I was about to read the news I had been insanely worried about. My sister’s and my own name would be under “Cello”. I was so nervous that the text blurred and I had to read one letter at a time. A giant frown spread from my face to my stomach when I noticed that there was only one Miss Giles on the list. My heart sprinted a mile as my eyes flickered over the sickly familiar K-E-L-L-Y. …show more content…
I thought of it as an exciting hour of ABCDEFG and charming music--It was my escape from reality. I would practice everyday, strumming my favorite songs. I was extremely excited to be in symphony orchestra, the EXCLUSIVE, tippety top orchestra class at East Kentwood High School. I restlessly waited for the day the man behind the baton would announce try-outs. When that day came, my hand shot up the exact second “symphony” popped out of the teacher’s mouth. The moment I got home from school that day, I was rehearsing and preparing myself for auditions. Little did I know that I wasn’t allowed to try
“Did you try out?“ I sighed. “Yes, I did”, I thought as I watched Mr. Hudson spread clear tape onto white paper and slap it to the door. My breath came out in gasps as my golden-brown eyes scanned the eight inch by ten inch sheet of paper. “Symphony Orchestra 2015-2016 Rooster” it read. I was about to read the news I had been insanely worried about. My sister’s and my own name would be under “Cello”. I was so nervous that the text blurred and I had to read one letter at a time. A giant frown spread from my face to my stomach when I noticed that there was only one Miss Giles on the list. My heart sprinted a mile as my eyes flickered over the sickly familiar K-E-L-L-Y. …show more content…
I thought of it as an exciting hour of ABCDEFG and charming music--It was my escape from reality. I would practice everyday, strumming my favorite songs. I was extremely excited to be in symphony orchestra, the EXCLUSIVE, tippety top orchestra class at East Kentwood High School. I restlessly waited for the day the man behind the baton would announce try-outs. When that day came, my hand shot up the exact second “symphony” popped out of the teacher’s mouth. The moment I got home from school that day, I was rehearsing and preparing myself for auditions. Little did I know that I wasn’t allowed to try