Short Stories

Band Hall

I sit and wait. Chaotic sounds fill the room to my far right. In front of me, the deep bellowing growls of a timpani are muffled through the sound proof walls. The faint, yet well defined hums of oboes, clarinets, trombones and trumpets practice their music in small condensed rooms. A faint, precise clicking is set in a steady pace to keep them on time. The chaotic sounds from earlier grow faster and louder. Behind me, small shouting voices and marching feet in sync are heard only when the large, heavy doors are opened. The chaos stops with a splash of cymbals, only to repeat to the beginning over and over 'till the mistakes are nonexistent. White walls, gray ceiling, bright lights, ugly carpet. This feels like a home that changes everyday, yet each week feels more of me is included in this buildings soul. This is why I love music. This is why I love me.

Disorderly sounds
The hums, the clicks, the bellows
This is my true home

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AUTHORS NOTE: So this is just a super short story I wrote while waiting for my music lessons. I hope you guys enjoy! There will be more stories on the way soon!!!