Personal Writing: The Path To The Unknown
"Anyone interested in performing in the District VIII Honors Jazz Band
this year?" asked Mr. Yeazell, my band director "Because I have all the
information needed to sign-up for auditions."
For some reason, deep down inside I did not feel I had a chance at
all of making the honors band, so I watched everybody else go up to obtain
the application material.
Days went by, and eventually I had forgotten completely about the
event, until Mr. Yeazell once again brought it up,"Everybody involved in
the District VIII Honors Jazz Band don't forget your first practice is
tomorrow down at University of Dayton. I have maps and room numbers for
those of you who have never done this before. One ...
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U.D. on Saturday for practice. Do you need a ride?"
"O.K." and “Yes,” was all I was able to say. What had I done? I was
not qualified to play in the honors band I stink. I had trouble playing
the music in the high school jazz band, let alone the music that was geared
towards the musically gifted! The next few hours and throughout that night,
I could not think of anything but the mistakes I was going to make on
Saturday during practice. What if I screwed up? What if I was made fun of?
I didn't think I would be able to handle that kind of put-down.
That night I had a terrible nightmare. It was the first day of
practice, and when I walked into the room, I was surrounded by jazz greats
like Dizzy Gillespie, Emilio Castillo, Maynard Fergusson, Wynton Marsalis,
Stan Kenton, and more. They all turned to look at me, and when they saw I
was a kid, they just grumbled and went back to what they were doing
previous to me entering the room.
" Yo cat, what'cha think ...
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in what I was doing and how I was playing.
Willie cut the band off, as he usually did when he was not pleased with
the progress of the piece we were currently working on.
" Saxophones, that's a D flat through the whole piece, not just that
measure. Let's try and get it right. And you," looking straight at me,
fear had now risen into my heart, "What grade you in?"
Thinking he was going to bust on me if he found out I was senior, I
was tempted to lie, but I told him the truth. " A senior, sir"
" What school you going to when you graduate?" Willie asked.
" Wright State," I replied.
" Damn, you're real good, I could use a trombone player like you in
my band. ...
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