The Flute

Last year my son had the opportunity to begindirector took the marching band seriously, no rings or
instrumental music lessons and band at school. Hejewelry while in uniform, no gloves in cold weather.
chose saxophone and seems to be enjoying theWe practiced every night after school, sometimes
experience, most of the time.Last year, when all thefor two hours. We weren't allowed to read music as
parents were called to the band-room at school towe marched; we were to memorize it all. He had us
learn about the school's instrumental program, I waspractice elaborate formations for our half-time
eager to go. When I walked into the room with allshows, we were good. A couple of years I played
the chairs arranged for band practice, the musicpiccolo in the band, I liked that too. The director was
stands poised in front of the chairs, a rush ofa stern man. Julie, Karen and I took delight in small
nostalgia swept over me. It was such a long timeacts of defiance, we were never his favorites, but
since my days of playing flute in the band at school.we had each other.I played the flute for many years,
I, like my son, started playing an instrument in thebut I was never a stellar flute player, fair at best. I
fourth grade. I remember the first day of lessons,was not interested in practicing very much. My
twelve girls sitting nervously with their flutes. Theparents rented my flute from the fourth grade until
music teacher was trying to teach us thethe end of school. Then my flute was gone, given
embouchure. He told us to make believe we wereback to the school, I haven't played since.As my son
kissing our boyfriends; waves of giggles filled the air.practices his saxophone, I wish I were playing along
By fifth grade six of us were left, by sixth gradeat his side. My friend Julie, who is now a band director
only four. Eventually, I was the lone flute player inat a school, told us that the fingerings on a
my grade.My mother never missed a band concert,saxophone are similar to a flute. I tried playing my
quite a feat for a mother of five children. Band wasson's sax once; it was very different to me. I find
when I would spend time with my friends Julie andmyself skimming the classified ads, seeing if anyone is
Karen. They were one grade ahead of me, but satselling a flute. I wouldn't dream of buying a new one
right next to me in band, they were flute playersbecause I'm not convinced I would actually play it
too. We were all in the marching band together too.much. I rarely practiced when I had one.I
Every high school football game that was played ataccompanied my son to his saxophone lesson tonight.
another school, the marching band had a school busHis instructor had a flute displayed in his studio for
bring us to the game. We would spend the time onthe first time. I just stared at it from across the
the bus singing cheers for the football team, or anyroom, then my son asked him to play it. I listened to
song at all, a snare drum keeping time for us. At thethe lyrical, clear tone of the instrument, and once
games, one of the cheerleaders became ouragain I was taken back to my youth. I believe it is
cheerleader, often directing us when to cheer withonly a matter of time before a flute and I find each
our instruments, it was so much fun.Our bandother, and this time there will be no letting it go.