Saturday, February 2, 2019
Regional Band Competition :: Example Personal Narratives
regional pile Competition   The situation was insane. Not only did I have to make time in the busy schedule of my minor(postnominal) year to take a few days off from enlighten to attend the District One East spunky School Band Festival, and I actually had to audition to get a graceful seat. Dont get me wrong I was thrilled about attending. I honorable wasnt looking forward to having to make up two days worth of schoolwork. For once, I would be attending a festival where the seating arrangement wasnt establish on how fast you could sprint to the stage from your seat in the auditorium, still on how talented of a musician you were. And the music for the audition? surprisingly difficult. I knew many of the other students from other competitions and festivals, so I was old(prenominal) with their talent and ability. Based on that knowledge, I decided that I had no chance of placing higher(prenominal) in the rankings than, say, a jar of mayonnaise.   After dil igently practicing - or cramming - the night before the audition, I felt I was as prepared as Id ever be. Out of all the pieces we were given for the audition, my friends and I had narrowed it down to a few choices that the judges would most probable pick for the try-outs. From the three or four that we picked, we determined that the hardest song was Gustav Holsts back Suite in F. Fortunately, this song was one that I was familiar with already from concert band. I felt somewhat confident about the audition, but managed to convince myself that Id be ecstatic if I placed any higher than last chair. I didnt even dream of placing high enough to be selected for Regional Band. The students with the highest scores at the District festivals were chosen to advance to the Regional competition.   The first night of the District Band Festival, held at Yough Senior High School, took place on the evening of January 19, 2000. Cramming seven Hempfield students and one tuba into a mini-yellow bus, which we dubbed The Sped Sled, we trekked through the blustery winter weather to the school. Surprisingly enough, we were early, giving us all a little more time to relax, warm-up, or apply music.
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