band music that you don't know how to play
in the first rehearsals of the year
and the recording
and it's so unbelievably beautiful
and you don't know how you'll ever to play it
but then it starts coming together
piece by piece
slowly sounding like it should
and it sounds more and more like the recording
then you add your own touch
and it's so beautiful
it sounds like the recording
and you're so proud of it but also so sick of it
because to make it pretty
you had to practice it
over and over and over again
It's so beautiful but also so not but so much so
and you're so tired of it
but it's so beautiful
and then the concert comes up
And so you play together for the last time
something goes wrong
but you can't listen
because you're concentrating
It's all over before you can even really think
blood, toil, tears, and sweat
all within minutes
and then it's over. It's all over.
thanks for reading
stupid poetry about something I didn't even intend to write about oops :P
and also this took way longer than it should had
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