My legs shook like crazy. I looked around. My classmates were chatting as if they had nothing to worry about. I could only imagine myself squeaking or missing a note in front of hundreds of people. Maybe if I played quiet enough, they wouldn’t hear me mess up. I squeezed my clarinet tightly in my firm grasp and bit my lip.
“Up next, we have the Honors Band!” The composer announced to the audience as they roared and clapped us onto the stage. I quickly shuffled out from behind the curtains along with the band. The audience was huge! Nearly eight hundred people! I got dizzy just thinking about all those grandmas, aunts, and siblings sitting in the stands. I desperately looked for my mom in the monstrosity of the crowd. I had No luck, yet I carried on. …show more content…
I clumsily dropped one of my papers on the floor, quickly picking it back up. Hopefully, no one saw. I placed my music on my stand from first to last. I then fiddled with my instrument. Trying to look like I was doing something, I turned the barrel and adjusted my reed while I waited.
Finally, the composer stepped up to the podium. Her hands lifted in the air, indicating us to ready our horns- or in my case, clarinet. The hands then quickly strafed left, and her fingers curved as if she was a wizard, holding a fireball in the air. I gasped and blew through my clarinet. The whole band was playing a concert F in perfect harmony.
We were only warming up, yet somehow the crowd clapped as if they were impressed that the highest ranked band could play one, generic note for four counts.
My eyes drifted into the crowd. I looked for a blue shirt and big hair. There! A red light flashed in my direction. A camera lens. She was recording me! My nervousness blew through the roof. My mom waved at me and grinned. A pathetic smile formed around my mouthpiece as I cringed in
“Up next, we have the Honors Band!” The composer announced to the audience as they roared and clapped us onto the stage. I quickly shuffled out from behind the curtains along with the band. The audience was huge! Nearly eight hundred people! I got dizzy just thinking about all those grandmas, aunts, and siblings sitting in the stands. I desperately looked for my mom in the monstrosity of the crowd. I had No luck, yet I carried on. …show more content…
I clumsily dropped one of my papers on the floor, quickly picking it back up. Hopefully, no one saw. I placed my music on my stand from first to last. I then fiddled with my instrument. Trying to look like I was doing something, I turned the barrel and adjusted my reed while I waited.
Finally, the composer stepped up to the podium. Her hands lifted in the air, indicating us to ready our horns- or in my case, clarinet. The hands then quickly strafed left, and her fingers curved as if she was a wizard, holding a fireball in the air. I gasped and blew through my clarinet. The whole band was playing a concert F in perfect harmony.
We were only warming up, yet somehow the crowd clapped as if they were impressed that the highest ranked band could play one, generic note for four counts.
My eyes drifted into the crowd. I looked for a blue shirt and big hair. There! A red light flashed in my direction. A camera lens. She was recording me! My nervousness blew through the roof. My mom waved at me and grinned. A pathetic smile formed around my mouthpiece as I cringed in