The Flute

Last year my son had the opportunity to beginor jewelry while in uniform, no gloves in cold
instrumental music lessons and band at school. Heweather. We practiced every night after school,
chose saxophone and seems to be enjoying thesometimes for two hours. We weren't allowed to
experience, most of the time.Last year, when allread music as we marched; we were to
the parents were called to the band-room atmemorize it all. He had us practice elaborate
school to learn about the school's instrumentalformations for our half-time shows, we were
program, I was eager to go. When I walked intogood. A couple of years I played piccolo in the
the room with all the chairs arranged for bandband, I liked that too. The director was a stern
practice, the music stands poised in front of theman. Julie, Karen and I took delight in small acts of
chairs, a rush of nostalgia swept over me. It wasdefiance, we were never his favorites, but we
such a long time since my days of playing flute inhad each other.I played the flute for many years,
the band at school. I, like my son, started playingbut I was never a stellar flute player, fair at best.
an instrument in the fourth grade. I rememberI was not interested in practicing very much. My
the first day of lessons, twelve girls sittingparents rented my flute from the fourth grade
nervously with their flutes. The music teacheruntil the end of school. Then my flute was gone,
was trying to teach us the embouchure. He toldgiven back to the school, I haven't played since.As
us to make believe we were kissing ourmy son practices his saxophone, I wish I were
boyfriends; waves of giggles filled the air. By fifthplaying along at his side. My friend Julie, who is
grade six of us were left, by sixth grade onlynow a band director at a school, told us that the
four. Eventually, I was the lone flute player in myfingerings on a saxophone are similar to a flute. I
grade.My mother never missed a band concert,tried playing my son's sax once; it was very
quite a feat for a mother of five children. Banddifferent to me. I find myself skimming the
was when I would spend time with my friendsclassified ads, seeing if anyone is selling a flute. I
Julie and Karen. They were one grade ahead ofwouldn't dream of buying a new one because I'm
me, but sat right next to me in band, they werenot convinced I would actually play it much. I
flute players too. We were all in the marchingrarely practiced when I had one.I accompanied
band together too. Every high school footballmy son to his saxophone lesson tonight. His
game that was played at another school, theinstructor had a flute displayed in his studio for
marching band had a school bus bring us to thethe first time. I just stared at it from across the
game. We would spend the time on the busroom, then my son asked him to play it. I listened
singing cheers for the football team, or any songto the lyrical, clear tone of the instrument, and
at all, a snare drum keeping time for us. At theonce again I was taken back to my youth. I
games, one of the cheerleaders became ourbelieve it is only a matter of time before a flute
cheerleader, often directing us when to cheer withand I find each other, and this time there will be
our instruments, it was so much fun.Our bandno letting it go.
director took the marching band seriously, no rings