Monday, October 31, 2011

October 31st, 2011

     I was awakened this morning by the cry of "Happy Reformation Day!" from my mother. I peeled my eyelids away from my eyeballs. Not yet fully awake and half dead from ballroom dancing classes the night before, I crawled forth from my bedroom with a lamenting moan. "You look like Medusa!" My mother laughed. I stumbled into the bathroom catching sight of my reflection in the mirror. Yes, I had gone to bed with wet hair again and my curls had dried in a unique shape. I brushed my teeth out of sheer habit and went straight to the computer, where I began to write.
     A few hours later my mother came in and pointed out to me that it was past twelve o'clock. I had to leave for band in about an hour. I suddenly realized several things. 1. I hadn't had breakfast and my stomach was complaining as subtly as a bulldozer. 2. My hair was an absolute rat's nest. 3. I was still in my pajamas. 4. I needed to eat whatever I could get my hands on and make myself as presentable as possible in that time.
     I sped on, absentmindedly and brushed my teeth a second time. I had brushed my teeth twice and I hadn't even eaten yet. I could already tell it was going to be 'one of those days'.
     An hour-and-a-half later we pulled into the parking lot to see the large earth-colored van that belonged to Jessica, Duke and JakePen's family. No matter how early we came we never seemed to beat them there. Duke helped us unload the instruments and bring them inside. Their family have been coming early since the beginning of the band-year to help set up, which we are all grateful for. In a family of all girls there isn't enough muscle to go around.
     Soon, everything was ready and the students began to arrive. I surrendered my baritone to Duke, who plays the trombone, but wants to learn all the other instruments in the brass family.
     Charlie had just arrived and of course a card game was about to begin. I was walking by, minding my own business, my fingers still greasy from valve oil, when they caught sight of me and JakePen asked me to play. So, I found myself playing Baloney with Charlie, Emaline, Duke, Tedly, JakePen and one of my little sisters. With every triumph he made, Duke grinned with fiendish glee. The game ended with my little sister winning (as usual). I gave up playing and went to look over an antique trombone that one of the band moms was thinking about buying for her son. I looked it over with admiration. It was obviously very old apparently from the 20's or 30's. I tried to keep from drooling over it.
     By the time I had finished helping her, I didn't have much time before Jazz band started. Emaline and Tedly were still playing cards. As I hate playing cards, I decided to meander about for the rest of the time and try to look like I was doing something of importance.
     Jazz band went on as usual, even though several of its members were missing, with our teacher Mr. Minguez not saying anything remarkably hilarious except for when he told us that he would like "Spladeet" inscribed on his tombstone. I was sitting beside Emaline and we exchanged various amused glances throughout the class. Mr. Minguez then compared the trumpets to fireworks, adding brilliant color to the music. The guitar player, obviously amused, leaned over to my little sister (who happens to play trumpet). "You're a firework!" he whispered, laughing. The song Firework popped into my mind and I tried to force it back out. Like I needed that stupid song in my head.
     The last band of the day was concert band. It was also largely uneventful accept for when my father, the director, started clapping subdivision in my face in the middle of a song. Now, he knows I start laughing very easily, and he also knows that I can't play while laughing. I promptly burst into an attack of mirth on the spot and couldn't continue playing. I tried to join back in, but it was futile. I had thrown the entire low brass section (and as a result, the entire band) off track.
     When we finally got home it was past dinner time and pouring rain. Everyone except for myself was already upstairs when the doorbell rang. Thinking it was one of my sisters who hadn't come in yet, I opened the door.  I was bewildered to find a large group of waist-high children in full costume and plastic rain ponchos, staring at me expectantly. As I opened the screen door they bombarded me with a chorus of 'Trick-or-Treat's. It hit me like a bucket of cold rain to the head. It's the 31st! I took it for granted that since it was reformation day for us, it was the same for every one else. I realized they expected candy and I knew I couldn't turn them back into the cold rain without something to show for it. I remembered the large plastic teddy-bear filled with candy that my mother used to reward her band students. I asked them to wait there and went out to the car. I tried the door. Rats! It's locked! I ran back in to get my keys and at last came out of the rain with the candy. The children went away with pleased smiles and I begged my mother to let me hand out more to any other children who came along. She finally relented.
     I ran to the closet and threw on my old pizza costume and said something I never thought I'd say. "Life always seems better when I'm a pizza."