Well friends. The time has come.
Iowa All State Music Feativals are this weekend; three days. I'm so nervous it's unbelievable. The more I think about it the sicker I become.
Throughout the past two months of practicing, my band director had pretty much told me I was shitty (and that was simply because she never motivated me. Soooooo.). I had found out about three weeks ago that seven, SEVEN, other people were auditioning on baritone sax, just like me. I cringed and closed my eyes, remembering that my district, and every district in Iowa can only take one baritone sax, resulting in six at my state's capital.
I had really high hopes and expected myself to get accepted out of the eight auditioning. But as time went on, my director started to make me feel worse about myself, even when I'd practice my required music and scales.
Now, I have this notion. For two specific people in my life, my former band director and my mother.
My mother made Iowa's All State Choir, as an Alto I, her senior year. She said it was a great experience and she was so thrilled about going.
My former director, he never made All State, but I told him, that when I'd make it, it would be in his honor. He touched my life and made me a great musician and gave me an unbelievable amount of love for music. In fact, I was talking to him today, and life seemed so good to finally keep in touch with him.
But that's not the point.
The point is, I want to thank you for reading this because that means you may support me (or you were just bored). I'm really nervous and scared so if someone could say "I'm all good." I'd be ever thankful.
Thank you all again.
Happy Trails…~