My story about brass quintets
Have you ever seen American Pie? If you have, then you know how incredibly geeky band members are. It isn’t something that I typically admit to people, but I used to be in the band. Not something I am proud of, I have lost about thirty pounds since high school, cleared my face up a lot and don’t look the same at all. Most of the people that I hang out with have absolutely no idea that, at one time, I was the preverbal “band dork”.
We were at this party the other day, and I met the girl of my dreams. I mean the absolute most beautiful woman that I have ever laid my eyes on. It isn’t that finding a date is difficult for me anymore, I lost the shy guy inside that I used to be. But, when I saw her my brain went to mush. My friend knew her, and as we made our way across the room, he stopped to say “Hello” to her. I couldn’t help myself, I wanted to look right at her and say “Hi”, but it was like staring into the sun. All I could do was to look at my feet.
I had come so far from being the band idiot, who was in a high brass quintet ten years ago, and here I was letting this girl make me feel like a school boy again. Having lost all sense of confidence, I quickly made my way to the bar to get a drink. I figured maybe having one or two drinks would loosen up my tongue, and I would be able to say something.
Two hours had gone by…
All I could do was to look at her long enough to make sure that she was still there, but also ensure that she didn’t see me looking. That was when my friend looked at me and told me it was time to go. I hated myself for not taking a chance and going over to say hello or goodbye to her. Knowing that I may have just let Ms. Right walk out my life, I left the party without saying a word.
Three months later, my cousin was getting married. I hate weddings, absolutely hate them, especially when I don’t have a date. My cousin is cheap, so I didn’t get an “and guest”. So, solo I would be. I put on my half average suit and tie, not wanting to dry clean my good one, and headed to the venue to put in my two hours before I could return home.
I walked into the wedding reception, skipping the ceremony, of course, and I have to admit that the place that he chose was much more sophisticated than I thought he was capable of. An elegant table sat at the reception hall with table settings. Searching, I found my placard. Not to my surprise, my cousin and his new wife had sat me next to no one that I knew. Typical.
When I entered the main hall where dinner was going to be served, I heard the most beautiful noise coming from the stage. I never thought my cousin was capable of hiring high brass quintets but I deciphered the sound immediately, and it catapulted me back to the day when I sat in front of everyone. I have to admit that there was a part of me that had feelings of nostalgia. If it weren’t such an embarrassing hobby, I would have continued to play. I always enjoyed it.
I got closer to my table…
I finally got a glimpse of the players on stage. What I saw took my breath away. Playing for the crowd, the sweetest melody that I have ever heard, was the most beautiful face that I have ever seen. Sitting right in front of me was the magical girl that I couldn’t find the courage to say hello to at the party.
I knew right then and there that it was fate. I wasn’t going to let her go twice. I walked right up to her and finally said those three words that I couldn’t find that night I met her “Will you go out with me?” I asked. She looked up at me with amazement and answered, “Well yes, but not right now”. We both laughed in harmony and have been doing so for twenty years.