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High School Band Research Paper

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Auditioning for the Missouri State Band was a high school dream come true for me. The countless hours of practice and dedication that I put into my audition material made me one of the potential candidates to have a seat in the ensemble. To have gotten this far meant that I had been selected to perform in my district band. However, the audition that I had passed for admittance into my district band did not prepare me for the challenged that I had before me. Behind the door leading into the audition room would be four adjudicators. Those four adjudicators would decide my fate; would I be accepted or turned away? I had prepared for this moment for six consecutive months, hours upon hours of practice. Every day I practiced the same musical …show more content…

Seeing the massive group of people, of which some were my competition. One could hardly hear themselves think due to the loud and obnoxious sounds coming from the various different instruments scattered around the room. They too were putting the finishing touches on their assigned audition pieces. My group found a spot in one of the long hallways that we claimed as our territory then we each dispersed to find our audition rooms. I found my room relatively with ease, it was just down the hall and to the right. I saw the blank sheet of paper taped to the wall with a pencil attached to a small strand of string. I wrote my name on line …show more content…

I got up from my seat on the floor against the lockers and walked into the room. Sitting at a table facing the wall was a line of adjudicators who would judge my playing ability and determine whether or not I pass. I placed my music on the lone stand in the middle of the room. My mouth became dry and my hands started to shake more vigorously. I started to play. My first task was my chromatic scale, every note that my instrument, clarinet, is capable of playing. Something that outside the audition room that would otherwise seem elementary for me, however, I was incapable of completing the whole exercise. My heart starting beating faster and faster, my mouth still dry, my lungs feel as though they are failing. I continued through my audition, each etude progressively getting worse than the previous. Finally, one judicator thanks me and I am shown out through the door by the room monitor. Standing outside the door I felt a sense of relief, but I also felt like a failure. I had spent hours preparing for this audition only to fail in a matter of seconds. When the final callbacks were posted and my name was not listed I was reminded yet again of my failure. However, I knew that this was not a true indication of my musical talent. I was accepted in my district band and that is what I am still proud of

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