before I totally forget how to play.
Some of my best memories include the cello. My favorite high school teacher was my orchestra teacher, Mr. Foxley. Honestly, the best group of kids always seemed to be in the orchestra. We had good times creating beautiful music together. My day always seemed better after this class. Who doesn't forget all of the bad things when they get to play such a beautiful instrument?
I remember being scared stiff at All-state tryouts, and then making it, and feeling oh-so-lucky to be able to play the amazing music we did there. I stand by my opinion that the cello is the most gorgeous string instrument. It is mello and soulful, strong enough to build a good foundation, and independent enough to sing a melody line that brings tears. I only get to play now when I go to my parent's house for the holidays. I really need one. Before my fingers become sloppy and lost. I would love a dark, chocolate brown instrument with a strong, stable sound.
Keep wishing for me. Someday my dream may come true.
