A Musical Rush

September 28, 2016
By , Paragould, AR

You sit on the edege of your seat eager.

You carefully place your instrument to your mouth.

The cold smell of brass.

The airy sound of woodwinds.

You tap your foot furiously, you take a deep breathe.

Then you play.

The adrinaline rushes through you.

You tap your keys, trying to keep up with tempo.

Then you're cut off.

You stand and bow then exit the stage.

You loved playing your insturment. 

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