Ecstasy within Notes

Whats your name?

Today is orientation day!
I wanted to take my parents, but to my realization, I'm not a kid anymore so I have to try and hold it together. It's just in large crowds, my brain wants to freeze up and make me look dumb.
After I brush my teeth, I put my hair in a high ponytail and throw on a Nike jumpsuit. (It's nice when you can pull off casual & dress up fits)

Driving there was hectic, as I got closer, I could feel my right foot shake intensely. That's anxiety for you. I can feel throw up coming, but in a refusal battle with my tummy I walk into the hall. Greeters are at each wall, smiling, introducing themselves and paired into groups so people don't get lost. We get put into groups based off our major. Criminology is my major, but I'm still doing music as a minor. I jump into the music group cause it's what my dad would want.

The campus is beautiful! It's everything I expected. Nothing would peak my interest until I seen the orchestra room though.

30 minutes into the tour we finally reach it!

"Oh my goodness! It's so beautiful." I say to myself as I look around and see the instruments in lockers. The wood glistens against the room lights so perfectly I want to cry. "This is our orchestra room, of course." My tour guide says to everyone. "You all may look at anything you want, observe, take notes, pictures. Whatever is fine." Before he finishes the sentence I run over to the cellos smiling. I want to play so bad, but it's unprofessional, yet why would I care? I'd probably get expelled before I even start taking classes that's why. Okay, maybe I do care. I walk around the room admiring the violins and violas in complete awe. Soon I notice I'm on my own. "Oh hell, this is what I get." I sigh then smirk. "It's playing time!" I run to the cellos faster than a snake eats a rat and pull one out with the bow, put rosin on it and begin playing twinkle twinkle little star just to test the tone. Midway, a man walks in giggling. "You couldn't help yourself could you, Astor?" I raise my eyebrow and stop. "Uh... huh? How do you know me?"

"How could I not know you? your dad is Nick DeSanta right?"

I nod.

"Exactly! You've been playing with your dad for some years I think. Your playing has improved." He touches the back of his neck and smiles "I um- I follow the YouTube channel you guys have."

"Oh." I blush setting the cello down, standing up. "I'm sorry for playing, I couldn't help it. What's your name?" I cross my arms.

"It's perfectly okay, My name is Damon." He puts a hand gesturing to himself. "I'm the director here, I have over 300 students."

My eyes widen "Holy crap. You're the director." I repeat him. "Uh, this is a terrible first impression, I signed up for your class."

He claps in amazement "Really?! I would love to have you in my class as whatever instrument you'd like to play. It's just a hunch, but I'm guessing you prefer cello?" He raises and eyebrow.

I put my arms down and shrug "You caught me."

"That's perfectly fine. Thank you for coming today, it'll be an honor to have you in my class this fall. You can teach kids what a real fortissimo is."

I giggle "I'd be happy to." I hold my hand out for him to shake.

He looks at the gesture and takes it. "I can put the instrument up if you'd like, I have to get back home and practice some more."

"I got it, don't you worry about it, Astor. See you in September."

I walk out to my car and smile, Damon seems so young to be a conductor but that's a very good thing. Maybe we can play Panic! At The Disco songs instead of composers that are long gone.

It's gonna be a peaceful ride back home.