Amazing Kids! Magazine

Through The Eyes of Lia, Part 2

By Natalie Brady, Jr. Assistant Editor


You can read Part 1 here before starting part two below!

It had been three weeks. Three weeks. It had been that long. Today was the day. Today was the day. Was she ready? She thought she was. She hoped she was. She prayed she was. Oh goodness. Would her nerves get to her? Hopefully not with all the meditation she’d been doing.


Lia arrived at the high school where she was to audition for Honor Band. She nervously gave her dad a quick smile. Gripping her trumpet case and her sheet music, she got out of the car with her dad and began walking towards the high school.


Lia’s dad brought her in for a hug and kissed her forehead. “You’re going to do great,” he said.


“Thanks, Dad,” she said. He just nodded.


They followed the signs to the trumpet audition room, where Lia found an audition sheet. The second time available, she wrote:
Lia Bradshaw.


Her time was 6:05, and right now it was 5:15. Good – enough time for her to warm up and practice and fret over what was about to happen. Her dad bid her goodbye and went into the parent-wait room while she went into the practice room. She was the only one there.


Lia laughed nervously. She was so scared. All she wanted was to make it in. She didn’t even care what chair she would get; she just wanted to get in. First chair? Superb. Second? Amazing. Third? Awesome. Last? Good. Anyone who made it in to this prestigious group was considered one of the best players in the city: first chair or last chair. This was all Lia wanted. Could she please have this?


She could already see her band instructors praising her… congratulating her. Announcing it to the class. Everyone looking up to her in awe. All the other trumpet players looking at her and saying, “She really is that good”. Praises. Congratulations. And she would be completely happy. Could she please have this?


Picking up her trumpet, Lia played through her scales smoothly and easily, and then began to play the technical piece. She missed no notes, no rhythms: it was perfect. She then played the lyrical piece: her tone sounded pure. She missed no notes.


Perfect.


Jill, Lia’s tuba prodigy friend, walked into the practice room with her tuba.


“Jill!” Lia screeched, putting down her trumpet, and ran over to hug her. Jill was one of her best friends.


“Lia!” Jill said, and hugged her back. “Are you PUMPED?”


“Of course I am!”


“You’re going to do amazingly.”


“Thanks. So are you.”


“Probably not.”


Lia rolled her eyes. “You are definitely going to get in, because you are the best tuba player on the planet.”


Jill smiled and thanked her. “Let me hear you play!!” she then said.


“Okay!”




First, Lia played her scales. Before she finished playing her scales, another trumpet player – one she didn’t know – walked into the room. When Lia began her technical piece, the boy stopped to stare at her… and then kept walking. Jill was fighting back laughter when Lia finished, and then moved onto the lyrical piece. When she finished, Jill just stared at her.


“What?” Lia asked.


“Lia… that was amazing. Like, you don’t know how amazing. It was perfect! Last year, the trumpet players weren’t half as good as you! Lia, you’re going to get first chair!”


Lia blushed (something she does whenever she’s flattered). “Thanks, Jill. I hope so. Let me hear yours. I’m sure you’ll get first chair.”


Jill played her pieces magnificently, and when praised by Lia, denied it all. Well, that was Jill for you. She didn’t think she was that great, though she was.


Jean, a trombone player from Lia’s school, walked into the room. Jill and Lia said hello and kept on practicing. At 5:55, Lia and Jean went with Jill to Jill’s audition room and waited with her until 6, when Lia went to wait for her audition.
At exactly 6:05, a trumpet player Lia knew, Charles, came out of the audition room. Lia smiled at him. He was from another band that you had to try out for that was also prestigious; he was really good.


A man came out, crossed the other trumpet player off the list and then turned to her. He said in a quiet voice, “Are you Lia Bradshaw?”


Words escaped her. She managed a nod. When he turned away, motioning for her to come into the room, she quickly gathered herself, and walked in elegantly and confidently, hoping to show no sign of fear. She gave him the audition sheet that had all her information on it, and then sat down in the chair where she was to sit. He wrote some things down, and then told her to play a C Major scale. Easy stuff. She played it smoothly, and when she was done, looked at him for confirmation. He nodded, wrote some more stuff down, and motioned for her to play the technical piece. This was it.


It was time to show him what Lia Bradshaw was made of.


She did exactly that.


Lia played her pieces superbly – even better than she had in the practice room. Her sight reading was easy. She walked out of there with real confidence, and not fake confidence. She had done well. Her gut told her she was going to get in.
She then went and waited for Jean to finish her audition. Before she did, another trumpet player from the other band, Meghan, walked into the audition room. She looked confident as she played her scale and songs, but Lia could hear her mess up here and there. Lia felt sad for Meghan. Meghan was lower than her in the other band, and Lia didn’t think she was going to get in with the mistakes she heard. She totally bombed the sight reading. There was no way.
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It had only been a few days after the auditions and yet Lia was so anxious to find out. She had to have gotten in. With how well she did? Yeah, she did. Her hopes were high and so was her confidence… she was so sure of herself.


Lia was sitting in her room, trying to think of something else other than the auditions. Finally, she went downstairs and turned on the TV.
“Lia?” her mom said.


“Yeah, Mom?”


“There’s news about Honor Band.” Her mom shifted uncomfortably.


Lia shot up. “Really?”


Her mom nodded. “Your trumpet teacher got the results today. You…” she sighed. “You didn’t make it in.”


Lia laughed. She didn’t make it in? “Nice try, Mom. Did he send you an email? Let me see it.” Her mom was faking her out. She had totally gotten in.


She walked over to her mom’s computer and the email from her teacher was up. She read it… and her world was crushed. Tears sprang in her eyes. She couldn’t speak. She just shook her head, finally muttering “he’s wrong… he’s wrong…”


Her mother came over to hug her, which Lia gave in to. She hadn’t gotten in. She hadn’t gotten in. She hadn’t gotten in. How?
“It’s not possible,” she said finally.

“How?!” she screamed. “How did I not get in? Let me see the list of who got in.”


Her mother began to protest but Lia continued: “Let. Me. See. It.”


Her mother gave in. The list had to be fake. A seventh grader was first chair! No. Not possible. Charles wasn’t on here, either! What was going on? And… Meghan had gotten in? What? Lia’s head began to reel, and she broke away from her mom and sprinted up the stairs to her room, where she locked the door and fell onto her bed, crying.


Something was wrong here. And the worst part was, Lia couldn’t fix it.




To be continued…