Orchestra Ice Cream Social
The WHS Practice Gym is filled with the sweet sound of more than a hundred string instruments playing in unison. My bow glides over the strings and my fingers move across the fingerboard, their calloused fingertips pressing down on the thick strings. The music rises and my heart swells with each bow stroke. I am apart of something bigger than myself.
Who knew that black squiggles on a page could create something so beautiful?
The smooth melody washes over the audience. I wonder if they realize how much they’re missing out on. Listening to the music is not enough—you have to be the music. The violins, the violas, the cellos, the basses, and the harps. All our instruments sing, regardless of skill or age. The entire room is vibrating with the force of horsehair on string. The final note of the song rings out loud and clear. The crowd claps loudly but I can honestly say, I think we enjoyed it more they ever could.
The “music” you make with your writing is equally as beautiful!
You’re so right about the music! It is so much more fun to be making the music then listening to it. Although, both are fun, actually making the music, being a part of an orchestra that can, realistically, make any noise they wanted by putting tree sap on to horsehair and putting that horsehair onto the strings, is amazing.
It’s so amazingly simple, it’s genius.