The End - PG (For sensitive topics [aka: depressing])

Well, it's over. I worked my butt off for three years to get 60 minutes on stage. To be completely honest I can't believe it's over. I'm so...empty. It feels weird.

I'm going to miss having band every other day for two hours. I'm going to miss keeping the Kool-Aid together. I will miss the endless struggle to strive for perfection.

If you only recently met me, you don't really understand how devoted I was to band. For you guys, let me try to explain. In, well, in preschool, my class walked past the cafeteria on our way to our parents during a band assembly, and it was awesome. Ever since then, that's what I've always wanted to do. So, when Wolf suggested the bassoon (which mind you, I had no idea what that was) I started off on a crap bassoon with a really good teacher. The crap bassoon, Bob, was supposed to last me about a year. After five months, I couldn't hardly stand the piece of crap, but finally got my real bassoon around November. But, as the year progressed, Wolf told us about this 'competition' that he was going to try to get us into. He called it 'Midwest' and then when he found out that Bands of America was accepting middle schools, he told us about that.

That was three years ago. We have worked for that for three years. Now, it's over. The end. I don't know what I'm going to do with my 'free time'. I don't know what to do with this newly acquired 'life' that I have. I have no idea what to do.

Really, I will miss sleep deprivation, quick meals, the sense of family, the loyalty, the practice, the excuses to not socialize. There's no longer a reason for me to brush off everyone else because I won't have rehearsal. I won't have to practice all the time. I won't not have free time. It's over. Indy is over. It's hard to grasp, I haven't even realized what's really happened.

Basically, it's like my whole life just ended. I mean, I don't know what I'm doing now.

Well, I'm Off To See The Wizard
Shigure's Carma