The gentle taps of ConverseTMsneakers and a couple clacks from a few pairs of high heels echo through the backstage area. Everyone is trying to stay silent, as to not alert our waiting audience to our presence. Silent fingers run over notes, reminding ourselves of familiar patterns one last time.
I slide the black-laquered bench away from it's matching instrument. In the barely-there-light, I set the music up on the attached stand. My fingers run softly and silently over the familiar keys. I close my eyes and let out a soft sigh.
We have been waiting for this; preparing, practicing, perfecting our parts. We fit together, like pieces of the same puzzle. Yet, we are our own part, as different as night and day from each other.
As the conductor walks out, joining us behind the curtain, heart rates increase. We seem to draw a collective breath. The moment is upon us; no more time to prepare. As our leader checks the pitches and tones of the wind instruments, I
can not help but to look aroun