To be missed.

So, here I am again, ready for summer. I am now a sophomore going to WFU, which means I am a recent alumni of my high school. Yay. Really, yay.

At the end of year concert for my high school, we had a tradition where alumni will come on stage for the last song of the concert, Stars and Stripes Forever. This means that we all had to bring our instruments with us, so people knew who we were. It was an interesting time overall, for my friends and I were sitting in the "alumni section" of the audience and were able to enjoy the concert in a different way.

We played. It was fun. Not so good, for I believe the alumni saxophones (5 of us) all missed the key change half-way through. It was weird to see all of us who are great to decent players stumble through some parts of a song we've all played. My excuse for this? I was sightreading the Alto sax part.

I want my own bari sax.

After playing, there was cake. It wasn't a lie, and was pretty good at that. I met a lot of people I remember and who I still keep in contact with, albeit 7+ states away from them. It surprised me how many people were like "HEY! I'VE MISSED YOU!" kind of deal with me. I've always seen other recent WHS grads and think "do they remember me? Will s/he talk to me?" I tried to fit that role with everyone I saw.

I still want my own bari sax.