Taylor had asked if I could get her after an extra band rehearsal, and I went early to watch some of the practice. It’s the first I’m seeing her perform with a low brass instrument in a marching band.
I’m used to her dressed up, composed, and refined-like with her cello on stage. She’s had a private teacher for years and has always played well. After Mom died, her music took on an intensity it never had.
I guess if she can’t speak, she plays.
I stand on the grassy hill above the practice field.
"John!" Jade walks towards me. "Are you packed and ready to go?"
"I’m getting there," I reply.
"Text me if you need anything or help."
"Thanks. I will."
We stand quietly as the band breaks up.
"I was surprised but happy when Gen told me Taylor had joined marching band," says Jade. "I thin
