My Dreams
Tonight was the night of the band banquet....everyone who knows me in band knows how bad i want to make top band...but even worse than that; how i want to make All-State band. so let me begin with this...this is my will...my new goals...and one day, what i hope to be a reality...
I remember the first time I played a trumpet, the buzzing feeling was just too weird at first. then gradually i got better. time passed and i ended up as an 7th grader..in an 8th grade band. i was the 6th chair out of 7...i still recall the feeling of sweet victory as i jumped ahead of two other trumpet players in a two way challenge. i still recall of the the songs we played...all the solos and ensembles..and the many sectionals after school. then came high school...
my heart was pounding as i stepped onto the grass of the marching field...never had i been so afraid in my entire life. one wrong step, falter or drop of the horn would have at least a small section of the crowd staring at you...what could go wrong? where was my next set? was there a horn flash sometime soon? if not now..when is it?? ..those are the thoughts of a freshmen.
i will never forget the feeling of utter defeat when i got last chair of Concert band..i lost my nerve and played my worst..the week of my birthday and i was sitting last chair. i hated it down there....then came my moment to play....i played my heart out....i wanted to do better so badly that i made first chair....not one...but two weeks in a row.
on the way home from the banquet, i realized something....with out my trumpet..i would not be the person that i am today, i would never have gained courage...and the will to do what i dream will come true.
Mr K., Ryan S....just a few people that i looked up to, to help me realize my passion.
basicly what im saying is...band; music; my trumpet playing....is my first true love.
band has been in my family for generations...my grandma was a drum major(and a french horn) my mother a clarinet...and my great grandpa, grandpa and my father were all trumpet players. i still remember telling my great grandma Oakes....that i had beaten two trumpet players ahead of me...earlier that year she had told me that (even though i wasn't properly warmed up),"that was the best trumpet playing i've heard"..I'd heard from my grandma that she was bragging to all her friends about me......
two days later, she died.
those words she had told me...that i was the best playing she had heard....i know it wasn't the truth but...it has helped me every time i just want to give up trumpet playing.
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so now that i've given you a little background information on my passion of trumpet playing...remember...this is just a touch of my experiences...a glimpse at my love of music.
so if i told you...i wanted to give up everything and just say....i want to play in the Symphony, i want to play my heart out on a stage...to feel the soul of the music...to act as a medium, and display the music's full potential, for every music lover's ravenous ears to hear,...would you call me crazy? ..I think not...
-My Little World-
I remember the first time I played a trumpet, the buzzing feeling was just too weird at first. then gradually i got better. time passed and i ended up as an 7th grader..in an 8th grade band. i was the 6th chair out of 7...i still recall the feeling of sweet victory as i jumped ahead of two other trumpet players in a two way challenge. i still recall of the the songs we played...all the solos and ensembles..and the many sectionals after school. then came high school...
my heart was pounding as i stepped onto the grass of the marching field...never had i been so afraid in my entire life. one wrong step, falter or drop of the horn would have at least a small section of the crowd staring at you...what could go wrong? where was my next set? was there a horn flash sometime soon? if not now..when is it?? ..those are the thoughts of a freshmen.
i will never forget the feeling of utter defeat when i got last chair of Concert band..i lost my nerve and played my worst..the week of my birthday and i was sitting last chair. i hated it down there....then came my moment to play....i played my heart out....i wanted to do better so badly that i made first chair....not one...but two weeks in a row.
on the way home from the banquet, i realized something....with out my trumpet..i would not be the person that i am today, i would never have gained courage...and the will to do what i dream will come true.
Mr K., Ryan S....just a few people that i looked up to, to help me realize my passion.
basicly what im saying is...band; music; my trumpet playing....is my first true love.
band has been in my family for generations...my grandma was a drum major(and a french horn) my mother a clarinet...and my great grandpa, grandpa and my father were all trumpet players. i still remember telling my great grandma Oakes....that i had beaten two trumpet players ahead of me...earlier that year she had told me that (even though i wasn't properly warmed up),"that was the best trumpet playing i've heard"..I'd heard from my grandma that she was bragging to all her friends about me......
two days later, she died.
those words she had told me...that i was the best playing she had heard....i know it wasn't the truth but...it has helped me every time i just want to give up trumpet playing.
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so now that i've given you a little background information on my passion of trumpet playing...remember...this is just a touch of my experiences...a glimpse at my love of music.
so if i told you...i wanted to give up everything and just say....i want to play in the Symphony, i want to play my heart out on a stage...to feel the soul of the music...to act as a medium, and display the music's full potential, for every music lover's ravenous ears to hear,...would you call me crazy? ..I think not...
-My Little World-