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Day 31: Closet Cleanse

House Arrest has now gone on for a month. Each crevice is cleaned six times over and then once more for good measure. Laundry hung, no more mismatched socks. Everything has a place now even the junk closet I have is organized.

While digging through the treasures buried within I pulled out a dusty tattered box. I opened it up to reveal a worn gold looking instrument. Memories began to flood back to me:

  • The acronym FACE and EGBDF
  • Reeds and more reeds
  • Mr. Dawson, Mr. Crockett — stay on tempo
  • Marching – left, left, left right left; “A yellow bird…”
  • Halftime shows – nerves shot always, uniform on, hat straight, I’m going to puke
  • Band Camp: Hot summers, hours of practicing, field shows perfected, on your toes, “This one time at band camp…”
  • Band Competitions: Kanckle, cheese fries, 9/11, Queen, The Beatles, Endless bus rides
  • Family
  • St. Louis trip
  • Parades – frozen fingers and faces, fair rides

I played the alto and tenor saxophone for 7 years. I wanted to quit after middle school but that would let my amazing teacher down, so I decided to continue through high school. Plus this made moving to a new state, new town semi-easier to make friends. Looking back now, I should have spent more hours practicing to gain more confidence to continue through college.

This old beauty needs to be serviced: new pads, cork, mouth piece, oil, brackets and a good shine will make her good as new. At one point I started to compose a piece but not knowing music theory I felt that it wasn’t good enough so I stopped. I locked her up in her case never to be heard from again.

-WN

This picture is at least 10 years old, do I miss preforming

My Tune

The room grows dark
velvet curtains are drawn,
the crowd awaits.
A light shines down,
hitting me like
sun rays through a window.
Each breathe of air
turns into rhythmic notes,
cascading from the bell
of my golden saxophone.
Jazz fills the empty space
throughout the room.
The room grows dark
velvet curtains are drawn,
the crowd applauds
the sound of my sax.

I played the saxophone for 7 years. I was in marching band, jazz band, and a wind assemble. Playing for 7 years has given me a passion for music in my life. If I could tell myself one thing it would be to not give up playing.