Dream Journal
My high school band was performing. I showed up at the school in my uniform with my blue cummerbund and was handed a stack of free admission tickets for my family. I rushed out to give my family the tickets but found them already sitting in the audience; they had paid to get in.
The band was all set up in the commons area of the high school instead of on stage. I made my way to my place with the rest of the percussionists at the back of the band and found all of my equipment set up by the big fish tanks.
I knew that we were starting soon but I didn’t know what to do with the tickets. I looked to the sophomore tuba player for help, but his eyes insisted I get ready to play. I looked to Ryan who started playing the bells. I wasn’t ready.
Themes: Band