Mood:  not sure

So, it was my last middle school band concert. 

I was coming home from dance practice, which I had to leave early from.  My dad picked me up 15 minutes late.  I was irritated  .  But not the point. 

THE CONCERT 

So I scrambled to get ready.  I got to the concert almost ten minutes after I was suppposed to be there.  I didn't get tuned because I left my trombone in the pit, where our jazz band was playing.  So things weren't going SO well.  Then I went out to play for jazz band.

We got out there.  There were no chairs or anything set up.  There weren't enough stands.  The trumpets all had to share one.  Then we started playing.  IT WAS BAD.  We did ok on the first one, except it was way, way, way too slow.  We moved onto the second one, which was a little better.  Then we started playing "When I Fall In Love".  Half of the people came in late.  Then everyone got lost.  We BOMBED it.  That was our last song.  I went to play for concert band. 

Concert band was way better than jazz band.  The first song was just the right speed.  The brass was pretty good, especially the trombones (if I do say so myself).  Then the next 2 songs went as planned.  I didn't mess up on either of them.  Then "Chant Rituals".  Oh my flaberjingling fairy godmother!!  We started.  The low brass rocked! And I am not just complimenting myself.  This person who was supposed to lower the curtain said that was the best low brass section she had heard in a very long time and that she got chills just hearing us.  AND SHE PLAYS CLARINET!!!!!  The rest of the band was really good, too.  That was probably the best song I have ever played with our concert band ever! 

The rest of the bands did pretty good.  I had to leave before I could hear the high school band or the high school flute choir.  Oh well. 

I was happy. 

MANDI OUT.