Sometimes if I close my eyes hard enough, I can go back
I can smell the hall of the practice hallway
I can hear people practicing around me
I can go in Burnes Hall, I can hear the orchestra tuning
I can play that symphony again
I can hear my conductor shout, laugh, cry
I can hear people in the lounge
I can win that game of Mario Kart, again
I can wake up in the middle of night and walk around the conservatory
I can do my laundry in that room next to the vending machine
I can listen to Mahler 5 with my friends
I can discover I am very bad at ping pong
I can discover that some friends might not be true friends
I can learn that you have to stand up for yourself
You can’t let people manipulate you
I can stay awake because I have Dvorak 9 stuck in my head
I can look at my phone, it’s 4:30 AM
Crap, I have rehearsal tomorrow
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