Personal Narrative: Moving Back To A Music Guitar

Then my mom went home and we took pictures for our protime. Of course I looked like crap because I was crying two minutes before we took the pictures. Then we went out of the class and went to second period, and I had ELA. I went in and saw where we were supposed to sit, so I went and sat there. There was this kid named Derek Olsen in the same class. So the teacher talked about class procedures and then the class was over. Then Derek came up to me and we started talking.

I was sitting in my dad’s car while going to the store when he asked me if I wanted to join the band in sixth grade. I thought to myself for a moment, but decided I wanted to. When I agreed, my dad asked me what instrument I was interested in playing. Once again I thought for a moment and then I made my decision to play the trumpet. Joining band has shaped me into the person I am today, because I discovered something about myself that I probably would never have found, I made more friends, and I can now play a few different instruments and read most music.

When I was in the eleventh grade, we moved to Idaho. When we arrived, I went to register for school. It didn’t take me very long to discovered that they didn’t have a marching band. I was very upset. The thing I loved more than anything, at the time, was marching. Now, that was gone. That’s when I met Ms. Taylor. She, like myself, was new to the school. We learned together how the group worked, and we both expressed our love for marching band. By the end of the year, we had even made plans to create one. But, as the end of the the school year slowly approached, she informed me, and the rest of the band, that she was leaving us. I was so upset. Not only was I upset that she was leaving, I was also upset that we wouldn’t be able to start a marching band. Before she left, she took me aside, and told me that I could do anything I wanted to. She said that if I wanted a marching band, all I had to do was make a plan, and accomplish it, so I did. I took the opportunity of doing anything with my senior project, and I started a marching band. That accomplishment solidified my desire to become a music

I took a deep breath. With my left fingers poised across the strings, I began moving my right arm slowly, but as I started playing, I hit a wall. My fingers stiffened and my right arm faltered, my violin producing a horrifying sound that could not even be described as music.

I can remember the moment when I decided that I would become a musician. I was at a summer music program that I didn’t really want to be at, sitting in a room that was filled with the scent of insulation. I was sitting on one of the many blue cushioned chairs in the room/. The instructors went around the hall, asking other children how old they were and what instrument they played. Everyone seemed to know each other already, chewing at the bit to be let on the stage to grab their preferred instrument and play the little music that they already knew with their friends. I felt left out, as I didn’t have an instrument that I could call my own. When the instructor finally got to me, he asked my age, name, and what I played, just like he had to

It was October first when I woke up in my nice and cozy bed. Awakened by my light in my room and my mom yelling: “Rachel get up! You have to get ready for band.” I slowly opened my eyes and got up to go eat my usual breakfast, a Pop Tart. After I threw everything down, I got into my car and headed to the school. Once I got there I could see the two yellow buses that were going to take us to our destination. Everybody was all still tired and looked like they just got out of bed, with their hair in buns and in the clothes they slept inform the night before. When everyone eventually got on the buses we headed off to Sioux Falls. The whole ride there I wasn’t very nervous because I’ve performed this marching show so much but the tables will soon

Growing up on a small farm in Purmela, TX, I was a shy kid with big dreams. My family all played musical instruments and we would go to my grandpa’s house often. Besides church, it was there where I watched my dad spill his sorrows, achievements and stories through his songs. With my grandpa on the fiddle and my cousins on various instruments, they would play on his back porch for hours upon hours. To a 10 year old kid, that back porch seemed bigger than the Grand Ole Opry. I loved to listen but it wasn’t until I turned 20 years old, that I picked up my first guitar. My dad surprised me with it one afternoon, and his exact words were, “you better learn how to play this thing”. So, I did and six weeks later I wrote my first

It was my freshman year of high school where I was just a lost fish in a hugh sea of people attending Byron Nelson High School, with no clue who I was and my place in life. Life seemed rough but then again it was freshman year. When I was attending Byron I didn't know what I was going to do with my life in the future. On one day just like any other the morning school announcements came on; talking about some meeting in the counselor's office about some academy. At that time I had no idea what they were talking about and I had never even heard of Eaton High school, which happens to be the new high school for my school district. It came to lunch time where my friend that I sat with was absent, so I figured why not go see what this meeting is

I was surprised when I was accepted into Region Band, (I did really bad on my audition.) and we had to go out of town for the clinic. An hour and 15 minutes, we arrived at Fort Mill High. We were late. So I went inside the room, where all of the Region Band people were, and everybody was there. I felt nervous. So, I went to my seat and just stared at the music. I knew for a fact I couldn’t play that music (Mostly “Crosswinds March”) but we practiced and I realized, it wasn’t that bad. At 5:00, we left and we stopped by the hotel to drop off our luggage and to get ready for dinner. The best part is the fact that all the teachers were on the first floor and we were on the fourth. We ended up going to the Southpark Mall for dinner and we were there for 2 hours. My two friends and I ended up buying two pizzas and walking around the mall with them. This felt like freedom to me. Not having a teacher tell you what to do or where to go. But after we left the mall, we went to Sports Connection for an hour. I ended up hanging with the same people I hung out with in the Mall. My people ended up playing laser tag, so I hung out with A French Horn player. She and I went on a 3-D ride that had werewolves. That was fun. After the ride, we left and went back to the hotel. I went straight to bed. The next morning, we were almost late leaving and we missed breakfast (but the good thing is we weren’t late to practice.) We practiced our music and took breaks and next thing you know, it’s concert night. The concert was really outstanding. Afterwards, I left the high school and headed on back to

It had been a cool winters morning as I walked through the school. “Morning Callum,” my friend called out as I placed my bag into my locker and then carried my guitar into the school’s hall. Our Jazz band had been selected to play on assembly, so I, along with the other members of the rhythm section, turned up early to set up. Setting up the stage for Jazz band mainly involved ensuring there was enough stands for the horns section. The remainder of the preparation was spent on setting up the drum kit, vibraphone and amps for the guitar, bass and keyboard.

I feel like the music industry today is a far cry from the music industry of old. I feel like only within the last couple years, where being a songwriter has come back to being more popular, has the music industry, as a whole, taken a turn for the better. It has become more about the music for some artists and less about the money they could potentially earn. I feel like the genre of music that has the most amount of artist not making their own music is the pop genre. Sometimes, I hear songs sung by some of these boys and girls about love and relationships and I wonder if they’ve ever truly experienced what they’re singing about. Or, if the song was handed to them by one of the label executives and told “That will be a hit!” I feel like most

It was a bright and early morning on a Friday, and I was doing my ordinary thing. Like brushing my teeth, getting my school supplies ready, and etc I then walked to the bus stop and waited, and waited, until the bus finally arrived. I got on the bus, sat down and listen to my music. I always listen to hard core Hip-hop/Rap. We all had finally arrived to school waiting for the teacher to call the kids to get off the bus and go inside. A few minutes later the teacher said to let the kids off the bus and I headed into the school.

It got to the point where almost everyone in the band was tired of practicing. When it started to snow we had to go inside the school; practicing in the hallways, trying to make the best of the situation. The majority of the band had gotten sick and our motivation was almost lost. If it weren’t for the band directors pushing us on, no one would have continued trying. However, we kept pushing. When the day came when were to leave, I woke up at five in the morning in order to get to

Everything was load and I was backing away, new to this all. Not sure if I should stay or go. Ready to go home. Wasn’t sure what was going on. I took a seat in the corner of the room. After the bell had rang, everyone was getting quiet and making sure that they can get hear their name getting called for attendance. It took a fews days to adjust to. Then everyone became like one big family, even on the hottest days we stuck together, getting ready for competitions. I had stayed in band, and love it. I had learned to play violin later that year but for my fourth period. Then I had went to band class for seventh period. I didn’t learn how to play another instrument in band but what I did do was Color guard. It was a chance going into a high school

My transcripts show that I only participated in band my freshman and sophomore years. Band became a necessary sacrifice because I still needed to fit in graduation requirements and a load of AP classes to my junior and senior year schedules; however, my music career did not end! I found a way to continue playing the bass guitar in my church praise band, and I am currently going on my sixth year of playing. I will be flexible in continuing my music career, whether it be in a class or a club, because it is definitely an activity that has become important to me.