Over the past seven years of playing the saxophone, my skills have always been above average compared to my peers. I worked tirelessly auditioning for honor bands, attributing to my skills. Multiple judges review each audition, all giving detailed feedback on what to improve upon for the future. I used the feedback from the judges to continue improving my musicianship. I was accepted to four honor bands in three years, which include the 6-8 MBDA honor band, the 9-10 MBDA honor band (two years in a row), and the MMEA all-state band. The first three honor bands allowed me to create a strong foundation to be accepted into the all-state band, the hardest band to be accepted into. For reference, about 200 players are accepted into the bands, making anyone accepted the top 0.01%…show more content… From articulations, dynamics, intonation, and more, hours were poured into ensuring each note was up to the highest quality. Putting purpose behind each note is the only way to become the best of the best. The day of the audition briskly arrived. My alarm startled me awake, annoyingly ringing, causing me to slam my hand down, silencing it. I woke up throwing the covers off, feeling the cold bedroom air kiss my face. School was canceled today, being a snow day, which gave me a prime opportunity to “do my school work.” The school work was the audition for today. I got ready as per usual and set up to record in my bedroom, putting together my flimsy wire stand, hanging on by a thread every day. It took a couple of tries, falling down while extending it to the proper height, bugging me. “I swear if this stand doesn’t stay up, I will throw it across my room,” I muttered under my breath. Eventually, I gently set my music on it, hoping the stand would stay up. After putting together the microphone and uncasing it, removing it from the soft foam from which it belonged, I assembled it, attaching it to the stand. Now, my horn needs to be put
