Most of the time I don't notice, but every once in a while I slip into withdrawals and get very melancholy. I'm not very fun to be around in this mood. I mope around, not saying much, just staring into space, trying to figure out why I feel incomplete. What could be missing? You'll hear me sigh really heavily, see me look around in hopes of seeing something interesting, and then eventually put on the headphones and drown myself in music that brings back memories.
There's a difference between this and being Emo. My music, recordings of bands I've been in and music that I've performed, brings back memories of friends and experiences that I hope never to forget. 3 AM bus rides, laughing at various conductors during symphony, covertly doing the wave with the clarinet section during state championships, marching with friends, and always having a lively group of friends to share an interest with that involved creativity instead of logic.
Truman, Dylan, Trevor, Jake, Christy, and many of the other seniors I graduated with made band one of the most enjoyable parts of my life. Although not every single moment was enjoyable, it was a long, drawn out series of events that added that spark of delight to my four years at Sprague High School. I have a ton of friends here in college now, but it's different. Hopefully I grow as close to them as I grew to my friends from band, because it's gotten to the point where I realize that I still want to hang out with them, almost a year since seeing them, which is something that I'm not convinced would be true if they hadn't meant so much.
I'm glad that I blog because it gives me something to look back on and remember the memories from friends in high school band.
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