The Importance Of Being A Clarinet

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I walked into the band room the band with my heart in my throat, my clammy hands twisting themselves into knots. Why was I here? I didn’t want to be in band-- I could never practice enough to be as good as others, and none of my friends were joining. I sat down at the table before the 5th grade band director, who proceeded to hand me a variety of different mouthpieces and ligatures, trying to find the best fit for me. I walked out of the room 20 minutes later quite disheartened. My hombrecher was to loose for the trumpet, my hands too small for the saxophone. We finally decided that the clarinet would be the perfect instrument for me. Now, my clarinet is an extension of my body--a tool for expression that my voice alone could never provide.