Personal Narrative: The Band Who Changed My Life

School of Rock. Seeing those words on my calendar made me dread the weeks to come. My parents had signed me up for an activity, once again, without asking my opinion first. My friends would be going, but that didn’t make it sound better. I would be put in a band with people I didn't know. I’d always left being outgoing and meeting new people for my friends to take care of, but this week it seemed to be on my to-do list. My idea of the next two weeks was a monotonous, dreary prison. I would be trapped with four other “cellmates” who came here voluntarily. We would have a director who didn’t like kids or music and they’d ask me to sing. Loudly. Maybe even with a microphone. To top it all off, at the end of the two week torture we would have a concert to exhibit our “skills” but I would fail miserably or be forced to play a solo! Instead of having a terrible time, it was the best time I had all summer. Little did I know, this would be an event I couldn’t wait to return to the next summer. I signed up for keyboard and on the first day, everyone played a song to determine what band they would be in. I immediately thought I was the worst one there. At the end of the day, they asked if anyone would be interested in singing backup and I didn’t even think about doing it. I thought it would be terrible.
Soon after, I was reunited with
Our instructor had asked me to sing backup, and then he had to leave one day. He was Jeff Vee and his mom was extremely sick. I didn’t think I would have the songs memorized, and I didn't have clothes to wear. Two student instructors practiced with us and helped us come up with our name, “Mist the Deadline”. We wrote a short paragraph about how we made our name and then we were ready for the concert. During our run-through we sounded perfect! We were all surprised when our instructor came back. Unfortunately, his mom had died. It was quite thoughtful of him to come