
Ten hours of just rehearsal, all day
Staying up late with your roommates and getting absolutely no sleep
Reuniting with old friends and meeting new people
The first conversation you have with your new stand partner
Trying to go to sleep that night but having Danzon No. 2 stuck in your head
When the conductor calls you out and asks you to play by yourself
And everyone applauds afterwards
The feeling you get when you first sit down at your first rehearsal
That feeling when you and your stand partner have your first inside joke
At lunch when you only have one friend to sit with
And you both judge all of the snotty kids from arts schools
When you’re trying to change into your concert clothes in a one-stall bathroom
And when you and your friends accidentally walk into the wrong rehearsal
That feeling when you sit down in first chair
Or maybe fourth, or maybe last
It doesn’t matter, because you’re still just as talented as everyone else
When you’re sitting in the back and you hear one of the double basses make a joke
And you accidentally start laughing
When you play the most intense game of Uno in your life
With the kids you didn’t know would be fun
That feeling on the concert day, when you sit in your chair on stage
And the conductor looks at you and smiles
When you’re sitting backstage, listening to the other orchestra rehearse
And then the music gets gradually more and more energetic
And you and your friend can’t help but dance along
Doing the salsa up and down the wings
And then
The feeling when it all ends
You play the last note of Finlandia
And then everyone applauds
The concert’s over
And you tell your friends you’ll see them next year
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