Suddenly, I’m back in the band room—second chair, trombone section, laughing, learning, and locking in with the rest of the crew. The camaraderie, the inside jokes, the thrill of prepping for that next show. I can still hear the echoes of Superman, Indiana Jones, Star Wars, or something by Chicago blaring through those stands like it was yesterday.
Honestly, I think I’ve forgotten everything I knew about playing (It's been about forty years). But holding that horn again? It still feels like home. There’s just nothing like the sound of a band coming together, every part blending, building something bigger than yourself.
Now a decision to make...
