Have you ever stuffed up a solo at a concert? Been told you've been playing your instrument wrong despite the fact you've been playing it for eight years? Had a conductor yell in your face because it was meant to be a C SHARP? Talked to your fellow musical geniuses about an instrument you play and then realised they have no idea what a flugelhorn is?
I could go on forever. After all, it is a rant book. But that's not the point.
Be prepared to laugh the rosin off your bow with some pretty relatable rants about how life as a musician isn't necessarily all smooth gliding. Possibly literally for string players. Especially when doing spicatto.
Written by a slightly experienced musician herself, who may or may not know what she's talking about. You'll have to find out for yourself. It's even in her name: Violin1st4
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I myself am a tenor saxophone player in my high school's marching band. I have actually used most of these on other people. Some do work better than others, but that might be just because I'm a girl.
If I could hit Patrick with his own trombone, I'd be much happier. Maybe it would knock some sense into him. Not being able to divorce him is a bigger problem than I thought.
This is a collection of inter looping short stories about band told from the perspective of multiple band students. Each story is connected but can be read individually and still easily understood. Read 'What to Know' for further detail.
(Book 1)
One mission.
That was all Derek Struther was given.
One mission, and a position as Drum Major in the new school's marching band.
He had no idea what he was getting into.
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After having to make the hardest decision of her life Amity gets stuck in the human world with Camila. After years of hard labor and working behind the scenes she could finally go home. What she came back to isn't the same boiling isles she knew and loved, something changed, but what exactly?
kayla is a upcoming freshman at Benjamin Russell high school, and a rookie band member, join her though her journey though band camp, high school, friday night football games, long bus rides, and maybe even love!
600 secounds is all I get. 600 secounds without oxygen and I go from present to a memory. I would take those airless, gasping, painful seconds if I knew that when you left, I would have to endure so much more.
Our story is not one of star-crossed lovers and sacrifice. Not everything can be fixed with a poem and a love note.
He was the harmony to my melody and I wouldn't have it any other way. ---------------------------------------
Cleo Briscoe made a deal. One summer. One summer in hell. One summer in marching band.