Just A Bronze

I wrote this sort of to my band director, but mainly for myself. It's about solo and ensemble. I had this solo called Andante et Allegro, I added the link. If you're confused, just message me.

I know it sounds melodramatic but...

When I was standing there shaking and terrified,

Ready to play my solo,

And you said

"Don't worry, no one will shoot you."

You were wrong.

They did shoot me.

They shot me where it hurt the most.

I played that solo last year

And got a silver.

I played it this year

And got a bronze.

I thought I would get a gold.

I thought I had that solo down.

I was prepared.

Nervous,

But prepared.

I couldn't breathe at first

And I just stood there shaking.

Then I played it.

The ending was perfect.

The middle, not so much.

It still sounded okay....

Hours after that,

I get the text

"The ensembles got gold.

No group one solos got gold so

We will not be getting the all music award."

No group one solos,

That was me.

It's my fault.

I've been playing the trumpet for seven years,

Doing what I love for seven years.

For seven years,

I was convinced that I was good.

For seven years, I was wrong.

I don't even think I can pick up my trumpet.

Before, that had brought me comfort,

That had been my passion.

Now it feels like torture

Just thinking about it.

Author's Note

This is the link to my solo (I'm not the one playing it):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QwqAW0c3p8M

Reviews

[The Nude Writer]

Wow.. really interesting poem. I know what that is like, knowing you are gold medal quality and not getting it. Uggg.. you tried so hard, and there is always next year, but you cant wait.. so unfair =P

Clearly I have some issues, hehe :)

Great poem though