Wow, Really? I can’t believe it! They gave them to ME! I get to play the cymbals at the Parents Day performance!
What a great, gorgeous, smashing, ringing clang they make! Even better than the big drum! Wait until Mom and Dad hear me play them!
I couldn’t stop banging them together. They sounded like golden thunder. I probably should have paid more attention to my teacher, who evidently wasn’t as thrilled as I was. Apparently the other kids in the band had some small, insignificant role, too, and they couldn’t practice while I was making so much noise.
All of a sudden, for no good reason, she took the cymbals away from me, and handed me two little wooden blocks instead.
My blocks made a pathetic little clicking noise. The sound of the band swelled around me. The teacher kept interrupting practice to ask me to PLEASE stay on the beat, whatever that meant. I TRIED, but it was hard to pay attention to the teacher AND to what the boy with my cymbals was doing.
The day of the big performance finally came. The room was full of parents. We took our places. The teacher handed each of us our instrument. She gave me one block. ONE BLOCK? What was I supposed to do with only one block? Just pretend, she whispered. Nobody will notice. It seemed like the performance went on forever, while I sat there pretending to play my block.
The boy with my cymbals finally ended it with a huge thundering crash that rang and echoed forever.
The parents all clapped and cheered.