This time....
My Jazz Band audition royally sucked. Not like how some people say they did badly, rather, I could have not turned up and done better. I got really nervous for some reason, and about two lines into the song I stopped.
Me: I'm sorry, I've played this so many times before. I just got really nervous.
Mr Heller: Why? Its just Koof.
Me: Its not Koof, its you.
Mr Heller: Why, what did I do?
Me: You're a teacher.
Mr Heller: Not really.
Me: Can I start from the 'Latin' part?
Mr Heller: Please.
So I played through the rest. I think the one thing I really have going for me is that Mr Heller knew I was nervous and that I didn't just give up. Also, he's heard me play before, a lot, so he knows that me getting nervous isn't something that normally happens.
But the great story today is when I was driving to school in the morning. I was at the stop sign in front of the horseshoe turning left, and someone in a small car pulls up right behind me. And the reason I specified that the other car was small is because I was in the Suburban. So anyway, I turned left, and I'm making sure to do the speed limit since I'm in the car with my mom and I don't wanna press it too much while in the Suburban cause it takes a lot more to stop. So when I'm going around the corner that leads to the main entrance, the small car is riding my ass, followed by another one. When I pull up to stop, I look to my left when they pass, and I believe it was Kercher, followed shortly by Frau Zurakowski. I was like, wtf, mate.
Me: I'm sorry, I've played this so many times before. I just got really nervous.
Mr Heller: Why? Its just Koof.
Me: Its not Koof, its you.
Mr Heller: Why, what did I do?
Me: You're a teacher.
Mr Heller: Not really.
Me: Can I start from the 'Latin' part?
Mr Heller: Please.
So I played through the rest. I think the one thing I really have going for me is that Mr Heller knew I was nervous and that I didn't just give up. Also, he's heard me play before, a lot, so he knows that me getting nervous isn't something that normally happens.
But the great story today is when I was driving to school in the morning. I was at the stop sign in front of the horseshoe turning left, and someone in a small car pulls up right behind me. And the reason I specified that the other car was small is because I was in the Suburban. So anyway, I turned left, and I'm making sure to do the speed limit since I'm in the car with my mom and I don't wanna press it too much while in the Suburban cause it takes a lot more to stop. So when I'm going around the corner that leads to the main entrance, the small car is riding my ass, followed by another one. When I pull up to stop, I look to my left when they pass, and I believe it was Kercher, followed shortly by Frau Zurakowski. I was like, wtf, mate.