Adventures of Average Boy: Band Tryouts

by Avery, 9, from North Carolina

Hi! It’s me. I’m practicing my trumpet for next year’s band tryouts. This year’s tryouts did not work out.

It all started two weeks ago when we watched my dad’s all-time favorite musical, “The Music Man.” I decided, then and there, to be in a school band. It took a week, but I finally had enough money to buy a trumpet. I wanted an electric guitar, but my dad said, “No way, sport! Sorry.” I guess he doesn’t like guitar.

Well, it took a week, but I could finally play the ABC’s. The next day was tryouts. I headed to room 803. I was the first one there. I waited and waited and finally a ginormous carrot came in. Or a guy in an orange shirt. He had a giant flute. I took that as my cue.

When I finished playing, he came into focus. (Oops! I forgot my contacts.) It was the janitor.

“That was... long,” he said. “What are you doing here? Band tryouts were in 803. This is 308.”

Uh, oh. I left.

Well, I might have missed band tryouts, but I learned the value of my contacts. Remind me to wear them next time.

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