So for two weeks I have been incredibly feisty. I thought it was worry over class or being sick.
I'm not worrying about class, nor am I sick anymore--yet I was still feisty.
The only thing I new to do was continue forward on the last course that felt right. But in this course I could not help but feel something to be amiss.
And in just a few moments--paradoxically both brief and gut-wrenchingly long-- I found myself moving from familiar territory to stepping off the edge, hoping the waves caused by my splash would carry me to shore.
They did.
What caused these waves-- an attempt at a dramatic exit along with stating,
"I do not play second fiddle."
But, oh how I love being first chair ;)
P.S. Angst is gone. Nice Quintin is back.
Family Pictures 2023 - Tony Grove
8 months ago
2 comments:
How deliciously vague. Welcome back!
P.S. Were you ever actually first chair? :P
For the record I was always first chair sax. Until the time I played around with the tuba because Mrs. Moore asked me to. But then she wouldn't let me play it in the concert.
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