¨Welcome and greetings younglings!¨ the well-suited man started. As the large doors opened, the students were awed.

             ¨Woah...¨

             ¨This-my friends, is where your minds will flourish and grow,¨ he continued with a grin. Instruments old, big, shiny, and rough were organized around the room.

          ¨Woah indeed,¨ thought Rosemary. She made it, the almighty middle-school band room, right in her grubby palms. 

           ¨Come on students, everyone grab a seat. We can start looking at possible instruments that you can play this coming year.¨

       The students were chickens being called to a feed. Legs and arms fought to get a chair closest to the teacher. ¨Oh geez- I almost forgot to introduce myself, my name is Mr. Staccato, but you can call me Mr. S,¨ chuckled the man.

       Rosemary sat next to her friend Hayden, they thought they could only dream of a time like this.     

       ¨Let's start simple, the fantastic flute!¨

            Out of the case flew a long, silver instrument. Petals and buttons covered it fully except for a hole to blow in. When Mr. S picked it up, it felt as if the notes danced on a line, flowing smoothly.  

                         ¨           ¨loooo...looo..¨ 

      When he stopped, the class was silent. 

¨Anyone interested?¨ replied Mr. S

      ¨Yes Yes! Me!¨ shouted Sunny.

   ¨Perfect! One down, more to go!¨ rumbled Mr. S. 

   ¨A fantastic flute!  Nothing better than this! I found my instrument! Yes, this is me indeed.¨ 

    Sunny picked up the flute with powerful pride, playing a note as sharp as C. 

    Rosemary smiled, waiting for the next instrument to be called.

       ¨Next is our Oboe.¨ 

    With a sturdy stride, Staccato opened to uncase dark slick wood. Like a flute, this was yet again covered with silver buttons and keys, except there was only a small reed at the top.

        Low, pecky notes jumped out into the atmosphere. 

          ¨bo. bo. booo.¨

    With every beat came a punchline of notes. ¨Anyone want to try-¨

¨Sign me up!¨ grumbled Ally.

   ¨Love to hear the enthusiasm!¨ Mr. S radiated.

   ¨An oboe!  Nothing better than this! I found my instrument! Yes, this is me indeed.¨ 

    Ally picked up the oboe with striking intent, making sure not to get the reed bent.

    Rose fumbled with her fingers. Will she never find the instrument that strikes her with interest?

       ¨Continuing on, the trombone!¨ roared Mr. S. The large brass instrument bursts out of the scratchy case. Notes march like soldiers across the floor, only to be washed away by the tide of a sliding trombone.

        ¨BOOOooooowwww...ARK AKR!¨

         The instrument barks out like a dog chasing its tail.

        Hayden eyed the instrument with glee, ¨Yes! This is perfect!¨

     ¨What?!¨ remarked Rosemary with a huff. All her friends have already picked their instruments? What about her? 

       Hayden chuckled when he ended up making a sound resembling a pig.

    ¨Not to toot my own horn, but I think I´m doing great!¨