I had my musical debut today as a drummer in a band called “The Fab 9.5”.
It took some intensive practice (one lesson from an ex-student and 6, count them s-i-x, rehearsals), some serious interviewing (“Will you?”, “But I never played before.”, “That’s ok, the backup singers never sang before, the lead guitarist never lead before and the lead singer is hoarse from the play.”, “Oh, what the heck. Ok.”), and a major make-over (a wig and a tie) and we finally got our first gig in front of a paying (if you consider captive as paying) audience.
We rocked. We brought down the house. We won the competition; which was easy considering this was all for the announcement assembly for the next year’s Student Body Officers, and the script called for us to win.
If you take into account the group consisted of the poor band teacher stuck with two math teachers, a French, Spanish, science, history, drama and English teacher and the school Librarian, we pulled off a pretty good rendition of “Twist and Shout”.
Yeah, well, at least the kids loved it, probably more for the fun of watching teachers make fools of themselves, but it was a lot of fun for us anyway. And I got to be a drummer in a rock and roll band. One more thing checked off the bucket list.