Snowballs at the ready! |
Our teachers managed to snap a group photo before the chaos broke out. |
All of Thursday evening and Friday morning we were inside rehearsing. In Big Band we were positioned so that the players had a prime view to the outside and I felt like I was inside an American Greetings e-card looking out at the gently, yet perfectly formed, snowflakes fluttering to the ground.
So naturally, when all of us finally got a chance to get some fresh air, a snowball fight immediately broke out. The trumpet players against the trombone players against the directors against the string players against everybody. It was a wonderfully chaotic, childish scene.
And also akin to YMA, I can already feel my trumpet callouses coming back. Just in time, too! Tomorrow morning is the start of my next trip. It'll be a lovely week of playing classical music in a symphony made up of students from all the Protestant Gymnasiums in Nordrhein-Westfalen. Out in the Eifel I perfected my snowball game and warmed up my chops. Now, let's get loud!
How typical-- trumpets always in the back. |
So naturally, when all of us finally got a chance to get some fresh air, a snowball fight immediately broke out. The trumpet players against the trombone players against the directors against the string players against everybody. It was a wonderfully chaotic, childish scene.
My classmates downed this much carbonated water in less than 24 hours. |
And also akin to YMA, I can already feel my trumpet callouses coming back. Just in time, too! Tomorrow morning is the start of my next trip. It'll be a lovely week of playing classical music in a symphony made up of students from all the Protestant Gymnasiums in Nordrhein-Westfalen. Out in the Eifel I perfected my snowball game and warmed up my chops. Now, let's get loud!