It was 8th grade I was sitting in band class in the 8th grade in the back row, the trumpet section, when Mr.Jones was up front talking about a thing called district jazz band. I have no idea what it was but when I heard it I knew that it would be something I might want to do. I thought about it for a few days and then after class one day I asked him if he thought I should audition for it. Mr.Jones replied, “Yes Logan, I think it would be great for you to play guitar in this.” I signed my name onto the list of people that were auditioning, I wrote my first and last name and my instrument, guitar. I studied the music for countless hours and the night before the audition and that whole night I was restless.
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In my head I thought, oh no what have I done. The man that was scoring my audition was eating cheetos and greeted me with a “Good Morning!” I replied in a awkward “Hey.” When I looked at the man seconds turned into hours and I still remember the way he looked, heavy set, a beard, and wrinkles. The big man said “Sit, Play whenever you're ready.” I sat down and set my music that was covered in little notes to “Slide to 4th fret” or “hammer on the octave.” I started tapping my foot to establish the tempo that I was going to play the song. As I played the song I was always looking ahead in the music to see what would be coming next. I was coming up to a tricky chord and as I got to it I braced for impact. I played the final chord of the piece and my stomach dropped. I missed one of the notes. The man with his mouth full of cheetos said, “Great!” I shook my head in disbelief and turned the page to the next song. This song I knew very well. I thought surely I could make up for my last mistake on this song. Halfway through the song he cut me off and exclaimed, “Alright, alright, you obviously know this song very well.” “I hope to see you back in a couple
In my head I thought, oh no what have I done. The man that was scoring my audition was eating cheetos and greeted me with a “Good Morning!” I replied in a awkward “Hey.” When I looked at the man seconds turned into hours and I still remember the way he looked, heavy set, a beard, and wrinkles. The big man said “Sit, Play whenever you're ready.” I sat down and set my music that was covered in little notes to “Slide to 4th fret” or “hammer on the octave.” I started tapping my foot to establish the tempo that I was going to play the song. As I played the song I was always looking ahead in the music to see what would be coming next. I was coming up to a tricky chord and as I got to it I braced for impact. I played the final chord of the piece and my stomach dropped. I missed one of the notes. The man with his mouth full of cheetos said, “Great!” I shook my head in disbelief and turned the page to the next song. This song I knew very well. I thought surely I could make up for my last mistake on this song. Halfway through the song he cut me off and exclaimed, “Alright, alright, you obviously know this song very well.” “I hope to see you back in a couple