Narrative

Narrative Episode 22 - G Scale

On the next day, I had sluggishly woken up. Still, I could've gotten up worse. My alarms woke me up every hour or so, so I thought I was oversleeping when it was really just now 7:00. I had a strange dream. It was like in 3 sections. The first, the students of the school were at a grocery store I think, and Ms. Williams and Ms. O ran off and we had to find them and calm them down or something. We got Ms. Williams but the dream shifted and the grocery store was some kind of amusement park. I noticed a thing hanging off the wall so I thought to fix it. It was put up by nails, so I tried to stick a nail into the wall and put it up, but it wouldn't go in. I needed a hammer. That's when my dream shifted again. This time I was in my house looking for the hammer. Upon finding it, I went outside to nail the whatever it was back up. Then a police car drove by. I was home alone, and that was illegal I guess, so I tried to go inside and hope he didn't see me. He did, and parked his car and knocked on the door. When I opened the door, he pointed a gun at me and shot it, it missed, and he did the same process with other types of guns. After that he explained that if guns have a 66% chance of missing, then I can do anything. This last part of the dream repeated a few times, from the point where I'd open the door. By playing this over again and again I found that if I tried to shoot back, I would be arrested. I think that dream was like a sign that I can do these scales. A very confusing sign. Rascal already predicted that I'd get them anyway, and Rascal is known for being a psychic who's right everytime. Still, I had went to sleep before I mastered G scale. The other scales I had gotten down, but G became significantly harder to work on. I went through a lot of frustration last night, and I almost gave up so many times, but my instrument gave up before I could. I ended practice at nearly 1am when the baritone's valves started to play out of tune and get stuck up. G scale was starting to be the bane of my existence. I got up and ready for school. Elementary schools were supposed to visit us today, so the band had a performance for them. I was told we had to wear all black, so I bought an all black long sleeve shirt. When I was at the school, Osama informed me that it was the wrong shirt, we had to wear our black band shirt. Why does this always happen to me?? We were also supposed to be at the band room by 8:30, which was coming up. Osama and Jean said that Ms. Wells probably wouldn't let them go though, but Ms. Wells thinks highly of me, so I decided to be their pass. It was successful of course, as Ms. Wells would never suspect any bad to come of me (she's even said she would adopt me if she could), and the 3 of us waited by the band room for Ms. Fergials to get there. Ms. Simmons was the one who opened the door, and I went straight to work on my scales. Jahrell and Ervans worked on them as well. Ms. Fergials hadn't shown up yet. But when she did, I was first to ask about the scales challenge. She said she didn't have time for it at the moment, so we continued practicing. As if magically, G scale was starting to become easier for me. And I had been practicing at either tempo 120 or higher, so it wouldn't be that much of a problem, yet it still was. Playing all 7 of the scales consecutively without messing up was also a big issue. If I managed to get past G, I'd mess up C or F. I was hoping a protagonist miracle would happen to me. Soon Ms. Fergials told us to stop playing and save our lips. I was sitting near Laiylah and she was talking to Alex behind us. "Are you even listening?," she asked. He wasn't.

Rascal: I was listening.

Laiylah: I feel like you're always listening.

Rascal: I am.

It was not long before we went to the cafeteria to play. We had left our jackets on and there were only seconds before the students from Seminole Trail would show up. Ms. Simmons asked for one person to collect all the jackets. Nehemie decided to do it and while some of us gave our jackets in a manner full way, others threw their jackets at her. Ms. Fergials earlier said we might play Let's Go and Pass The Peas, but those are marching band songs and we haven't played marching band in forever. In an instant, the school came in. The children looked so smol and precious! We played our songs, and the drill team did their performance. When we played Cheerleader, it sounded like all of the elementary students were screaming the lyrics. While they were leaving we played Let's Go, which I eventually found in my music folder. The tuba has a part in it that I play, but it's not on the baritone part, so I didn't think I'd remember it. However, when it was time, I instantly remembered somehow. That muscle memory, amirite?  The next school to visit was Egret Lake, which had significantly less people there. They only occupied 3 or 4 tables. This time we also played My Way Drill, which we have a dancing part too. The dancing part is definitely my least favorite, since I can't 'hit the whip.' Some people have even said that I move like a robot, which isn't that surprising to me. Maybe I am... Westward was the last school to visit, and we played Pass the Peas this time. That's a very fun piece, but it has high notes, making it difficult to play. At the end of that, we did a thing we call "Do it." We just go crazy with it while percussion performs the beat. We moved all around the students to get them hype.