Sunday, January 27, 2008

The Wrath of Ken

"Did you get my e-mail?" Paul, the symphonic band conductor, asked as he signed the paper.

"Uh, yeah," I said. "I think so."

We were in the instrument shop. He gave me the form that would let me check out the A clarinet.

"So do you know of any trumpets I could get for symphonic band? I was hoping you could get someone from the marching band."

"I wish," I said. "I've already talked to everyone I could think of."

We wondered toward the hallway. "Of course, there's always you," Paul muttered, "but I'd be afraid to face the wrath of Ken."

"Haha, yeah," I said as we parted ways. Ken is my clarinet teacher. If I could help in the area of trumpets, I would. But alas, scholarship conditions dictate my instrumental choices. I am a whore of the music department. I do what they want and they pay me.

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