“Aria there is no way you can survive in this band for four years if you don’t have the courage to play in front of a crowd. We’re in a marching band! We perform in front of a live audience every show!” “But this is different! We perform together in those shows! But a solo? I can’t do that!” Marching season was over, and concert season has started. As a freshman, I hadn’t gotten much attention in front of a lot of people. My friends and I were “just one of those freshmen,” but we were ok with it. We got to work together in a huge crowd and we accomplished a huge goal together. That was in marching band, but now in concert season, there are going to be chances where the spotlight might hit one of us.
I stared at my oboe. In marching season, I had picked up the clarinet, and there were about 18 people in the section. When we played together, we made music and sound together. But oboe was very different. I had decided to play oboe for marching season because we needed more in the band. The section needed another player, and I wanted to step up. Unlike the large section I was used to, the oboe section was consisted of TWO people. The other oboe player was a senior who would be soon graduating, and I would have to take his spot the next year. However, he was a person known for missing band, and whenever he wasn’t around, I would be the only oboe player in the band.
“It’s a solo instrument! What did you expect? The oboe is the instrument that the whole band tunes to. You gotta get used to it! You might’ve messed up today but you’ll get better!” I groaned and sunk underneath my desk. The other oboe player was absent from class, and I was set the task of tuning the band. But because I was so nervous, I could barely play a note from my oboe. The band director had stared at me for a couple seconds, before giving up, and moving on to the first piece of music. He told me to work on my tuning at home, and stopped pressuring me to play. After class was over, I felt like my life was ruined.
“That’s the news we have for today! Now I’ll hand the spot light to Aria!” Our president, Melanie, said. She gave us the news for the band everyday, and she was never afraid of the spotlight. I wanted to be like her. And now was my chance. I practiced SO much the other night, and I needed to overcome this fear. The oboe player was once again absent. I stared at my tuner, and didn’t think about the people around me. I focused at the task at hand. “Wow! You got in tune right away!” My friends said, after I had finished. I remember the band director smiling at me, and nodding in approval.
“Dude. You’ve only played for a couple months versus the other oboe player who’s been playing for three years, and you can get in tune quicker then he can! How’d you get so good so fast?” My friends asked. I smiled and replied “Hard work.” However that wasn’t the case. I was already a pretty fast learner on oboe, and I had gotten really good on the instrument in the first couple weeks. But my biggest problem was facing the crowd. After I had overcome it, my true skills were displayed to an audience. I had really faced my fear and had shown to the band that I could create a work of art.