Room 2.118

You never would have suspected it to look at the building from the outside. Although, there were periodically people coming and going thru the doors, and the building was, after all, quite large with plenty of room inside. Still from the outside, you never would have guessed the size of the throng teeming behind the doors.

On the inside, the halls were packed with kids and parents and musical instruments. There were distraught parents lined up to register their children late. There were relaxed parents waiting for their kids in the Hospitality Suite, drinking lemonade and eating cake and holding free hand-out CDs of the Longhorn marching band. There were grim-faced kids waiting in line to audition.

And then, there was Room 2.118.

Room 2.118 was across the hall from the cake and lemonade. While the parents sat and ate and milled around, in Room 2.118 the kids were warming up.

There were saxophones and flutes and trumpets and cornets and trombones and bass clarinets. There were chromatic scales and audition pieces being rehearsed and toots and squawks filling the room and spilling out into the hall.

And the faces of the adults. You should have seen the faces of the adults as they walked thru the doors. Surprised by the joyful noise being made by the kids, they burst into smile from ear to ear to see the chaos, to hear the cacophony.

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Longhorn Music Camp, UT School of Music, Austin TX

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