Fraternizing With The Enemy
The thing that first drew me towards my best friend?
That would have to be the first day I saw him play his piccolo.
We were freshmen in high school and our schools faced each other for a football game. I saw him belt out an amazing piccolo solo and I was entranced by it. I couldn't help but stare at him at he stood there and got lost in the music, giving an impeccable vibrato on many of the sustained notes. Being a brass player, a piccolo solo was not something that I would normally be intrigued by. This solo though...oh, you just had to have been there.
Once it ended and I gained control over my mind again, I made it my new mission to find out more about that mysterious boy.
I succeeded that mission, of course.
That would have to be the first day I saw him play his piccolo.
We were freshmen in high school and our schools faced each other for a football game. I saw him belt out an amazing piccolo solo and I was entranced by it. I couldn't help but stare at him at he stood there and got lost in the music, giving an impeccable vibrato on many of the sustained notes. Being a brass player, a piccolo solo was not something that I would normally be intrigued by. This solo though...oh, you just had to have been there.
Once it ended and I gained control over my mind again, I made it my new mission to find out more about that mysterious boy.
I succeeded that mission, of course.