When I was a Young Musician
When I was a young girl, I, like many chose my path in middle school; band, PE, art, or chorus? What would I study for the next 3 years or beyond? The idea of an instrument was fascinating because, I could create music with a piece of metal or plastic. It was amazing. I had to do it. We however were a very poor family and could not afford for my brother to rent a flute and for me to rent an instrument as well. My brother being older, got to rent his flute and I had to figure out something else.
So the band director at the time Ms. Davis, a cheerful excitable young woman who took the time to decorate her office windows with a plethora of musical holographic stickers (which was super cool) , told my mother I could still join band. She had a flute for me to try and if I was a good fit, I could borrow it. Open house ends and I think a flute! Like my brother! I would be so good at it too!
The first day rolls around and I get to band. Ms. Davis hands me a very large black case.
‘this is not a flute, ” I say dubiously,
“I had to give it to Ashley, she came by first so you get the trombone instead.”
I take the mysterious, long black case to the risers and open it up inside is a gleaming King trombone. I look down and realize what a trombone is.
“Oh no it’s the one that sounds like a cow!”
And thusly, my fate was sealed. Fifteen years later I am still playing trombone, albeit better than I did then. (And I my sound does not resemble bovine vitalizations any longer) It has steered me on a path that became my career.
All because in 4th grade Ms. Davis did an instrument showing, then 6- 12 grades lent me a trombone for 7 years!
Who knows what is be up to otherwise!
So thank you madam! Thank you!