A NIGHT WITH THE JAZZ SAXOPHONIST
I always have that butterfly feeling in my stomach before a solo performance. Sometimes I can’t comprehend why this feeling is still there after five years of doing what I love to do. Five minutes before show time, it feels like my heart is about to drop to my stomach and crush the butterflies that are floating. Two minutes before show time my hands are getting sweaty and my eyes are focused on the time to perform.
The clock has finally hit 8pm and my legs are feeling like jelly when I’m walking up onto the stage. I pick up my saxophone and the cold brass due to the slightly chilly atmosphere at the restaurant greets my fingertips. I see the beaming stage lights shining on my face, and it feels like the top of my head is in an oven. The rhythm section of the band behind me starts the opening groove; the smell of fresh baked pizza is in the air coming from the wood-grill. The crowd shows elated facial expressions as I start to play the high-energy melody.
After ten minutes of performing, my upper-body muscles start to relax and I continue to express my physical and mental emotions through my horn to the audience. The lilting tune brings energy to the band and is transferred to the crowd. PUMP-A-RUM creates even more excitement on the stage while the funky drum groove picks up with the tempo. More excitement continues to flourish in the audience while they are getting up out of their chairs and start to dance.
The first fifty-minute set is finally over while the audience is still clapping with more excitement. After getting of the stage, I thank the rhythm section for doing an awesome job. My high-school history teacher comes up and congratulates me on my performance. Now my adrenaline is very high and I am even more excited to finish the show. After thanking my family and friends for coming I grab a cold glass of water to calm me down before the next set. The heavenly water calms my adrenaline down and now I can get back to being focused for the next set.
The break time is over now and it is time to finish the show. I walk up to the microphone while the audience starts clapping and personally thank everyone that came out. I start playing a smooth melody line on my saxophone and the rhythm section joins me while we continue to play classical jazz hits throughout the night. The show is finally over and now I say my goodbyes to family and friends, and then I head over to the tip jar that is at the front of the stage. My eyes are astonished and I feel successful. After a very long day and a great show I split the tip money evenly amongst the band.
Now it is time to enjoy my personal greasy cheese pizza that the cook has made personally for me. I sit at the table and take a bite of my first slice, and my taste buds are filled with joy. The melted cheese becomes therapeutic after having a long day filled with giving the gift off music.
The clock has finally hit 8pm and my legs are feeling like jelly when I’m walking up onto the stage. I pick up my saxophone and the cold brass due to the slightly chilly atmosphere at the restaurant greets my fingertips. I see the beaming stage lights shining on my face, and it feels like the top of my head is in an oven. The rhythm section of the band behind me starts the opening groove; the smell of fresh baked pizza is in the air coming from the wood-grill. The crowd shows elated facial expressions as I start to play the high-energy melody.
After ten minutes of performing, my upper-body muscles start to relax and I continue to express my physical and mental emotions through my horn to the audience. The lilting tune brings energy to the band and is transferred to the crowd. PUMP-A-RUM creates even more excitement on the stage while the funky drum groove picks up with the tempo. More excitement continues to flourish in the audience while they are getting up out of their chairs and start to dance.
The first fifty-minute set is finally over while the audience is still clapping with more excitement. After getting of the stage, I thank the rhythm section for doing an awesome job. My high-school history teacher comes up and congratulates me on my performance. Now my adrenaline is very high and I am even more excited to finish the show. After thanking my family and friends for coming I grab a cold glass of water to calm me down before the next set. The heavenly water calms my adrenaline down and now I can get back to being focused for the next set.
The break time is over now and it is time to finish the show. I walk up to the microphone while the audience starts clapping and personally thank everyone that came out. I start playing a smooth melody line on my saxophone and the rhythm section joins me while we continue to play classical jazz hits throughout the night. The show is finally over and now I say my goodbyes to family and friends, and then I head over to the tip jar that is at the front of the stage. My eyes are astonished and I feel successful. After a very long day and a great show I split the tip money evenly amongst the band.
Now it is time to enjoy my personal greasy cheese pizza that the cook has made personally for me. I sit at the table and take a bite of my first slice, and my taste buds are filled with joy. The melted cheese becomes therapeutic after having a long day filled with giving the gift off music.
HBCU or Regular 4 Year Institution
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