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Six chairs. Five music stands. Someone always brings biscuits.
The clarinet part is finally in the music folder. A copy for Lukas, and for anyone else who would like to sit in. There's a rehearsal playback in the room next door.
PS. Whoever returned the black pencil: thank you. It was the good one.
The switch needs a little encouragement. Please don't hold the lid down with sheet music again.
We started because the hall was empty on Wednesdays. Nobody wanted to call it a band until we could all finish the same piece at the same time.
We still call it practice. There are spare chairs, a clarinet case under the table, and room for someone who hasn't played in a while.
We like the bit before a song starts: pages turning, a chair scraping, everyone finding the same breath.
in the margin: that last run sounded like a song.
The Eyes of Texas · traditional melody
B♭ clarinet / written G major / gently, ♩ = 88
For Lukas. A little of Austin, carried into the hall.