Call me Crazy

I don't know what has possessed me to add yet another thing to my schedule. I guess I just love feeling super busy. Either that or I just love getting away and doing something for me once in awhile. But two weeks ago I joined a band. No not a garage band but a symphonic band. I have a friend who has been playing in this band for years and she invited me to join. So I went last week to check it out.
When I was in the 4th grade I started playing the flute. I played for years all through elementary and high school. While in high school the band teacher often had flute players switch to other instruments, usually a brass instrument which weren't as popular. So I played the Euphonium the last two years of high school. I didn't play anything in college. I kept meaning to take a class or something but it just never worked out. Besides you had to audition which I never wanted to do. So, I haven't played my flute since my Sophomore year of high school. I have had a flute and it has moved around with me all over the place. Last year I even paid to get it refurbished. I needed new corks and pads. So for almost a year I have had a flute in perfect condition just waiting for me to play.
When I went to my first band practice and tried to play the music, I was very overwhelmed. The music is way harder than anything I ever had to play in high school. And to try anything this hard after all these years....let's just say I felt like I was drowning. Last night I went again, after practicing a little during the past week, and had a much better experience. I was actually able to play rather than just sit and stare at the pages covered with notes so high that I didn't know the fingering for them and so fast that I was getting the first and last but missed all the ones in the middle.
We have 4 Free concerts a year. I am glad that my kids will be able to see mom perform. It should be fun, I will learn a lot, and I don't have to wear an outfit like these below anymore.
This is an actual picture of my high school's band. When I was there the uniforms had a yellow cape on one shoulder and a yellow plume or "chicken" as we called it, on the hat. I won't miss the uniforms at all or the marching for that matter.