A Concert or an Exhibition

Something that I AM really grateful about learning to play an instrument is actually being able to participate in an orchestra.

I started late to learn an instrument, but it was not an impediment to play as second clarinet and actually learn tenor saxophone to catch up with the big band songs.

But a special concert was when I was 18. The boy I had a crush on was going to play a song he composed by himself for the first and only time (he’s my friend, I have to say that he’s now in Germany learning to be a director someday,  and he hasn’t played this song again). I was in the tribune, because by that year I wasn’t in the musicians’ school anymore, so I only went to see the concert.

It was breath-taking and heart breaking.

He broke up with his girlfriend by that time and the song was so bittersweet I couldn’t react. It was like being born; passing by the sweet childhood and then it comes love, the beauty of it, and then, the pain and death.

It was mostly played by strings, but I clearly remember those sensations.

I was with my musicians mates in the tribune, and his ex girlfriend was next to me because she was also a friend of mine.

I remember him looking at the tribune, with a sad expression on his face, and all the public celebrating the song with applauses.

But, just as his song, he wasn’t celebrating at all.


He was saying goodbye to all his feelings.

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  1. Unknown1 December 2017 at 18:36

    I know that sensation! when you love something you put your entire heart doing that, music it's very powerful and can create this feelings to the person who is playing and for the rest!

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