Personal Narrative: My Failure In A Band

There have been numerous times in my life where I’ve failed at something but there was one specific failure that really opened my eyes to what it really meant to fail. When I was in high school, I was in the band, my instrument of choice was the saxophone. While in the band it is required that you learn your sheet music before you attend any school event. This is to ensure that everyone is doing their absolute best and will make cuts to perform in every function the band was asked to participate. As I mentioned earlier, I played the saxophone and had always made cuts until one day our band instructor issued out new music. Being the person I am, I glanced at the music and said “I see no need for me to practice this, it’s so simple”. Later that
week, it was time for cuts, everyone had their turn, played well and I was up next. I walked over with my instrument and began to play. As I played, the nervousness came and I begin play the wrong notes in the wrong key but my director instructed me to continue. As I continued to play, I knew my chances of playing in the concert the next week were slight. After I finished, the instructor pulled me to the side and told me I was cut. I was very upset but thought to myself I couldn’t blame anyone but myself for not being prepared. That incident taught me there’s no such thing as not needing to practice, because the more you practice the better you become.