Author: Shelley
Date: 2005-09-06 02:11
All excellent points, and I thank you.
Right now, however, I hate the oboe. I need to join some kind of support group...
"Hi, my name is Shelley, and I hate the oboe."
"Hi, Shelley."
"Shelley, tell us about your problem."
Murmurs concur interest.
"Well, it all started about sixteen years ago when I first picked it up. I thought I was going to play the bassoon, but had the name wrong."
Scattered laughter.
"For awhile it went okay. There were ups and downs. I always enjoyed playing in orchestra or band. Then I discovered reed making".
The group leans in. They, too, understand these pains.
"Sometimes I could make a really great reed! Then I felt great; I could play anything on the page, and play it musically! But it wasn't always like that."
Someone blew on a handkerchief. My own eyes watered.
"Right now, I'm going through a slump. I've got into this great school, I really want to make a great impression, but my reeds are not working out for me. I have three pieces of cane left, and I'm really worried I'm going to make a fool out of myself."
Someone hands me a Kleenex.
"I just...I want to have a good diagnostic audition for ensembles. But I have zero motivation to practice because...*sniff* my reeds are awful. It's a vicious cycle! No one should have to go through this!"
Finished with my outburst, sobbing, I sit. The nice lady next to me pats my back.
"Well, Shelley, we've all been there," says the moderator, now standing. "And here, today only, I've managed to snag Mr. John Mack and he's now only going to show us how to make better reeds and motivate us into liking the oboe again, he's going to give you all three perfect reeds!"
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