I MISS BAND. Seriously nostalgic the moment I saw Kexin's tagg. Kexin! My favourite yet easily-stressed yet cute junior in NYCB!
NYCB is gonna face judgement day on Wednesday. Two years ago I was part of them waiting for the same day - the day we've worked so hard for, the day we've shed so much tears for, the day we've complained so much in the process of preparing for, or simply the day we played music for. It really brought back flashes of memory, so vivid, so true. When I look back two years ago, band was really a big chunk of my NY life. As subtle as it was, it became a big chunk of ME.
Getting up ten minutes earlier every Monday just to make it to school at 7am for national anthem, staying back after school for practices and went back hostel with growling stomach, having sectionals every now and then and played till my lips turned purple. Those moments I grumbled at.
Laughing at funny notes in the pieces, watching our hair stand as we made music alive, encouraging each other as important dates approached. Those moments I smiled at.
Two years ago, we cried at gold. Perhaps we missed honours by an inch.
Two years later, I hope NYCB made that inch possible.
I really hope to be able to see NYCB at SCH this Wednesday. I really hope to see an impossible two years ago made possible two years later.
And I begin to ask myself, why did I not continue to hold my eupho? My reason at that time was I wanted a new start, a new life. But is that really? Perhaps I wanted a break from band. Perhaps I wanted a break from SYF pracs. Perhaps.
But now I miss my eupho. Badly. How I wish I can play with the band again. Make music what it is, not just black blots of prints against white paper.
I used to make music alive with my fingers, on the piano.
Then I made music alive, together with the band, with my lips and fingers.
But now, I'm not making any music alive.
Out of being so emo. NYCBufozz! Rock on! You guys are hottest and you guys will rock the judges! How I wish I can go for your audi pracs on Mon. How I wish I can see with my own eyes how you've grown.
Thinking of pon school...
