It all started when I first picked up my first brass instrument, the trumpet. As a new guy to this golden yellow pile of metal, it felt like I was holding some alien artifact from another planet. I had no idea how to play this thing. It was rather difficult to start off, knowing how to buzz on the mouthpiece, …show more content…
It was more than just some hobby, it was like a life lesson. I thought I would never be able to do it, but I taught myself all the way through. The mental punishment I took myself through to pick up an instrument, and teach myself was well worth it. This dedication controlled me to finally learn to play my dream instrument.
Middle school was well worth the learning experience. High school band was next, and it was a step up, and it got a lot of fun. I was able to learn so much more than I previously did. I was able to learn to open my jaws for a better tone, strengthen my lips for the higher notes, and improved my articulation and dynamics. Even if it’s a small little detail, it sticks to me like glue. Freshman year band improved me tremendously.
Until then, Sophomore band came around. The last Amelia band year. I went in with huge amounts of confidence, because I know I can be the best. I had that confidence, until the new band director for West Clermont came in. He’s a tall, slim guy, not much to see out of him. First glance he seems like a little goody two shoes. But that didn’t mean he looked egotistical and rude. He seemed to be a nice guy too, but it’s hard to think about it when you just look at