Third Piece to My Soundtrack Memory

One Final Piece
Inspired by: Capriccio Espagnol by Rimsky-Korsakov
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    The clock is ticking with its long black hand with every second, and without realizing, the moment that we all were waiting  for has come. The light dimmed and yellow light brighten up on the stage. Thirty different faces sat on a black chair with an instrument in their hands, some shaking and some excited. When that 7’o clock hit, it was our time to shine.
    At 6:30, everybody began to arrive at school and went into the room and grabbed their instruments. We all sat in our positions and tuned up our instruments. There were violins, violas, cellos and basses. We got out our black folders and took out our pieces for that evening.  Every eye watched and followed the movement of our conductor’s hand and began to play along the beat.
    At 6:55, we stood just outside the door of our auditorium. We finished our rehearsal and waited for that signal to come in and get into our position. Some were shaking hands with people passing by and some were re-tuning their instrument, but no matter what they were doing, we all had one purpose that night; to perform in our one last final orchestra concert. Everything was in place and perfect, I mean perfect. Our instruments were in good condition, our moral and hope was high, even that one kid who always ran to bathroom second before the concert was ready.
    Every single one of us practiced and practiced for past three months just for this night. As 7’o clock hit, we went in, sat and waited for our Concert Master. I was third chair, first violinist during this concert. Yellow light was shining on our faces and our sheet music and, have never been this excited before. As the Concert Master walked out, we applauded with our feet, while audience applauded with their hands and whistles. We had six different pieces to play. Concert Master had his solo, Assistant Concert Master had his and finally I had mine, but somehow I don’t remember that well about any of our solos. We played through our solo pieces and went with the concert. If I had to summarize our concert with one song, it would be our final piece: Capriccio Espagnol by Rimsky Korsakov. As we played, the tension, the suspense, the climax, the dynamic and the excitement and joy filled us up! Every bow movement was aligned and played like one instrument. Every heart on that stage beat like one that evening. We did our best and played with everything we got. In a matter of minutes, the final piece was done, and claps and whistles came from every corner of that auditorium.
    I had to say, my school had a pretty damn good orchestra. No, I lied. Our orchestra was the best one in chesterfield. Some shed tears as they realize that concert just now will be the last concert that we will play together as an orchestra. It ached my heart too, but this is how life works. There I met my orchestra and it was there where we all said our Good-byes.