At first, she couldn’t get a sound out of the clarinet, then as her embouchure improved, she started to make squeaks. Now, as she stood in front of the packed concert hall, she produced the sweetest notes as she led the concerto.
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I looked around as I stepped onto the bus. I couldn’t see anybody that I knew, only a barrage of older kids with faces I didn’t recognize. My heart started beating, faster and faster, and I ran for the first open seat I could find. Everything looked warped.
She sat on the hard chair in a half-full auditorium, parents on gym bleachers, the hoop covered up by a paper sign.
At first, she couldn’t get a sound out of the clarinet, then as her embouchure improved, she started to make squeaks. Now, as she stood in front of the packed concert hall, she produced the sweetest notes as she led the concerto.
I looked around as I stepped onto the bus. I couldn’t see anybody that I knew, only a barrage of older kids with faces I didn’t recognize. My heart started beating, faster and faster, and I ran for the first open seat I could find. Everything looked warped.