Author: FDF
Date: 2014-07-29 05:15
It was like trying to stifle a giggle in church. Our high school clarinet quartet was composed of guys from the wrong side of the tracks. However, we happened to be the best clarinet players in school. We were asked to play for a very important and proper Ladies group from our small Midwestern community. My proud mother was in the audience. Our set up was two by two facing the other two. A good way to communicate. Our first number went very well and the ladies were impressed. However, shortly after our second piece began a small mistake was made, probably a squeak. We peaked over our stands looking at our friends on the other side and suddenly we were trying to repress our giggles. One by one as we courageously tried to keep our composure with the music going, we laughed our way out of the quartet. Finally, with one of us still attempting to toot his part, we all gave into the inevitable and laughed uncontrollably. As did our audience of distinguished ladies of the community. I looked at my mother and she too was smiling and I felt oh so much better. After the fiasco, we collected ourselves and played our final opus. We were able to preserve a semblance of our ability as clarinetist, thankful that the ladies were understanding and that our performance was over. A moment to remember.
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