The band room in Hai Sing must have gotten a little bigger yesterday morning because that would explain why the band looked so small. But then again so would a TPJC carnival, a NUS in the midst of exams and a concert-imminent MJC band .
And so Cedric and I took the pocket-sized band into what I thought was immiment doom.
The problem with such a small band is that parts inevitably do not get played. Either that or they are played too soft. Faced with such a situation, I decided to up the morale of the group. Armed with well dones and good jobs I took up the little white stick after Cedric was done.
Apparently his arms were aching from waving about too much.
And so ,I was standing infront of the band branishing the baton when a slight tinkling feeling propagated through my skin. It wasn't earthshaking. Just a little ripple of on the surface of the skin accompanied by an almost impercetible movement of air. Before I knew it, goosebumps rough, ridged and raw found themselves on my skin.
"nice work," I said after I threw down the baton, only this time I truly meant it.
It was one of those moments as a conductor that make me so drunk with pride I really thought I could prove it objectively.
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