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The Flute

Last year my son had the opportunity to beginuniform, no gloves in cold weather. We
instrumental music lessons and band atpracticed every night after school, sometimes
school. He chose saxophone and seems to befor two hours. We weren't allowed to read
enjoying the experience, most of themusic as we marched; we were to memorize it
time.Last year, when all the parents wereall. He had us practice elaborate formations
called to the band-room at school to learnfor our half-time shows, we were good. A
about the school's instrumental program, Icouple of years I played piccolo in the band,
was eager to go. When I walked into the roomI liked that too. The director was a stern
with all the chairs arranged for bandman. Julie, Karen and I took delight in small
practice, the music stands poised in front ofacts of defiance, we were never his
the chairs, a rush of nostalgia swept overfavorites, but we had each other.I played the
me. It was such a long time since my days offlute for many years, but I was never a
playing flute in the band at school. I, likestellar flute player, fair at best. I was not
my son, started playing an instrument in theinterested in practicing very much. My
fourth grade. I remember the first day ofparents rented my flute from the fourth grade
lessons, twelve girls sitting nervously withuntil the end of school. Then my flute was
their flutes. The music teacher was trying togone, given back to the school, I haven't
teach us the embouchure. He told us to makeplayed since.As my son practices his
believe we were kissing our boyfriends; wavessaxophone, I wish I were playing along at his
of giggles filled the air. By fifth grade sixside. My friend Julie, who is now a band
of us were left, by sixth grade only four.director at a school, told us that the
Eventually, I was the lone flute player in myfingerings on a saxophone are similar to a
grade.My mother never missed a band concert,flute. I tried playing my son's sax once; it
quite a feat for a mother of five children.was very different to me. I find myself
Band was when I would spend time with myskimming the classified ads, seeing if anyone
friends Julie and Karen. They were one gradeis selling a flute. I wouldn't dream of
ahead of me, but sat right next to me inbuying a new one because I'm not convinced I
band, they were flute players too. We werewould actually play it much. I rarely
all in the marching band together too. Everypracticed when I had one.I accompanied my son
high school football game that was played atto his saxophone lesson tonight. His
another school, the marching band had ainstructor had a flute displayed in his
school bus bring us to the game. We wouldstudio for the first time. I just stared at
spend the time on the bus singing cheers forit from across the room, then my son asked
the football team, or any song at all, ahim to play it. I listened to the lyrical,
snare drum keeping time for us. At the games,clear tone of the instrument, and once again
one of the cheerleaders became ourI was taken back to my youth. I believe it is
cheerleader, often directing us when to cheeronly a matter of time before a flute and I
with our instruments, it was so much fun.Ourfind each other, and this time there will be
band director took the marching bandno letting it go.
seriously, no rings or jewelry while in



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