Playing Live Music by Giona

“Squeak!”
“Ooops”
My reed wasn’t in properly. All my reeds are either broken or lost in my big jumble of music, clothes and other stuff. I found a reed, and I looked for my line like a headless chicken. The conductor started waving his conducting stick frenziedly around. He waved it so crazily that he hit the music stand. The conductor found the master copy of the music and placed it back on his stand. He signaled us to stand up with a flicker of a hand. It was time to go. The drummer started bashing the drums and cymbals and my fingers started flying over the buttons of the clarinet. Like synchronized robots we were well rehearsed. The audience started clapping like wild maniacs. I realised there was no chance of seeing my Dad in the maze of people. When I returned to the green room the noise of the drums and clapping was still ringing in my ears.