The Traveling Trumpeter

Have you ever been in an awkward situatuion in which you were seated, maybe at a table or perhaps on a lawn, and someone playing an instrument, or singing came up to you and started playing only to you? Well this instance almost happened the other night. I, being a good piano student, attended my piano teacher's jazz ensemble performance - plus I am sort of a fan of jazz music. The night was perfect, a cool breeze floated across my face after a long, scortchingly hot day looking after little campers at Girl Scout Camp. The band was playing really well, and then the trumpet player decided to take a few paces forward because he had, really, the only moveable instrument. It reminded me of people in plays or musicals that sometimes step off stage and torture an old guy by standing next to him while the spotlight beams down on his bald head. It just makes the person feel more awkward and bathed in sweat than before. The trumpet guy in my piano teacher's band was approaching people that looked uneasy about the idea, so he returned to his small patch of grass in front of the other players. The sighs of relief filled the air, and everyone returned back to the, by now, accustomed routine of reading their books and only looking up after a song had been played to applaud. Overall the music was very enjoyable, and I look forward to the next Thursday night at seven p.m.

That is all

-"M"