Harmony Resonates
By Joey N., Iowa
Microstory Contest Winner - Grades 7 & 8 (Prompt B)
I am nervous. My hands shake with anxiety as I hold my trumpet.
“Band, Ten, Hut!” Our drum major yells. It has been so long since I have heard those words. This is my first time playing with the marching band in over ten years.
And yet, it feels so familiar.
We’re all here. In the same place. Just outside Kinnick Stadium.
The drumline starts the cadence. They remember every rhythm, every sticking pattern.
It is too cold. My glasses begin to fog up. This light jacket was not enough.
I lift my trumpet up to my lips.
Harmony resonates.