Remarkable experience

            I’ve written about being a music major, but I don’t think I’ve ever written about the amazing experience that lead me to that. And that is a very weird way to put what I’m about to describe… It’s been one of those weeks…

            So, I was a freshman in college—actually, I don’t think classes had officially started yet… meh, details (No, classes had started. I was wearing a green shirt and a black skirt, so that I looked a bit dressy for the audition but not over dressed for classes)—and I was re-auditioning to be a music major. A few weeks/months before that I had found out that I was pre-music. I thought that I was just an undeclared major because I hadn’t been accepted into the music program. Well, for this audition, it was just me and the man who would be my private lessons teacher for clarinet. We were in his office which never seemed large because he had a desk and filing cabinet, but mostly it was the table-display-case-thingy that took up the most room. It had old clarinets and the like in it.

             So, I start playing this piece and it’s not good. My tone is eh, I don’t have any confidance, it’s just not at all up to par for being a music major. And then I get to a note in the middle that is held for a measure or two, and it is beautiful. It has the air support, and the tone is nice, and nothing like what I had sounded like. It was just that one note, but I’m sure that that is the only reason I was allowed to stay pre-music.

            Looking back on that moment, I can imagine my teacher doing his amazed face that I eventually learned. He would lean forward and his eyes would bug out. He was probably wondering, “Where did that come from?!”

            Anyway, without that one beautiful note in a sea of gibberish, I would probably never have made it into the music program. And though I wasn’t a music major for long, I know it’s lead me to some great places and introduced me to some truly amazing people.