A beautiful jumble of tubes on my lap
Surrounded by my friends
A long row of saxes to my left
A room that's been familiar to me for about two and a half years,
But that is now twisted around
A place that is now filled with memories, both good and bad
Catching glances at the boy on the other side of the room who holds my heart captive
Laughing about the glockenspiel and how funny its name sounds
Inside jokes that no one else can understand
With a flick of the director's stick, we're off to defeat the whalers
Or we make a spontaneous blast
We hear the ocean, but there is no body of water nearby
This is a place much different from the rest of the school
Concert band

In the same room, but now a different group
Now I hold my beloved trombone
Many of the people here are older than I am
A steady rhythm beats on the drums behind me
(Sometimes more steady than other times)
Behind me and in front of the drums, trumpets blast
We play some rock tunes, jazz and a bit of Latin
And of course the director had to make us play Despacito...
Feet tap along to the beat
The saxophones in front play their cool licks
In the second row, slides move back and forth
Jazz band

I stand with a large group of people
Some about my age, some a year younger
Not all of us can read music, but all of us can make music
I'm proud of the progress we've made over the year,
Especially the baritones; in autumn they sounded pretty awful, but now they're a lot better
I watch the boys sing their own song, watching one in particular; I'm sorry sometimes I can't get my eyes off him
I sing out loud and strong, well at least I try to be strong
Sometimes my voice is a bit too loud and overpowers the section,
Which is kind of funny because I think everyone else should sing a bit louder
Together we fly closer to the flame
As it rains on the earth drum
Gotta make some changes,
'Cause no one knows how far I'll go
Choir

We sing along to the music blaring through the speakers
Here, no one tells me that I'm singing too loud
For a short while, we become someone else
We work together to tell a story, and we have fun doing it
Lights pointed at me,
I sing and speak loud and clear, usually confidently, if I don't forget my lines
Some of the other girls wear pretty dresses, looking so lovely,
And then there's me in my big poofy white wig
It's not the prettiest thing I've ever worn,
But for a while I feel like I couldn't be more fabulous
In here, it's almost another world, a world of make-believe
Musical theatre

Now away from school
A much longer drive
I feel more sophisticated here
This ensemble is much bigger
Here there are sections not seen at school
There are a gazillion violins, a bunch of cellos, even a few violas
I feel proud, sitting here with my trombone
We play so much amazing music
I feel sort of lonely and sad without any friends here,
But at the same time I feel so great
And I hope to advance soon to a higher level ensemble
The woodwind section is much more filled out; there are flutes, oboes, clarinets, and two bassoons
We play awesome movie music
Lord Of The Rings, How To Train Your Dragon, Raiders March, and more
My lips start to get tired, but it's sort of satisfying after playing a whole bunch
Orchestra

Man I live for rehearsals