Youngest son had an orchestra concert Thursday. Sixth grade had two orchestras, and his was up first. They played two rhythmically complex pieces about as well as you’d expect new students to play.
I was disappointed at first. I couldn’t see him on stage at all, and wondered if something had gone wrong. But as they filed offstage I saw him, sandwiched in between far taller students. He was unmistakable as he walked off stage with his clarinet held high like a drum major’s baton.
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