Marissa Holliday English ACE 89 Moment/Dialogue piece. We walked into the auditorium. Seats full of people, all roughly my age. A quick walk up a few stairs, and a shuffle into our seats and we were ready. Ready for what was, or was not about to come our way. All of the directors had been called to the front to be recognized, but one director in particular was acknowledged for a different reason entirely. The discussion of this issue was inevitable. Our beloved band director would be departing us next year. While slowly walking back to his seat the chaperones quietly murmured “Is he crying?” “I don’t know. I can’t tell is he?” With a sniffle, and a reassuring smile, he took his seat and prepared for the ceremony. It started with the choir portion of the competition. From men’s choir, gospel choir, treble choir all the way to mixed choir. Band and wind ensembles were next to be announced. They slowly moved through the various groups and schools. Each school standing and cheering with every thing they had in them every chance they got. “Can they cheer any louder?” asked a friend sarcastically. “I think I might just go deaf if they keep this up.” The announcer giving out the next award said “In section 6 with a superior rating, and the first place trophy…” “Holy jeeze” I said. “That’s crazy…I envy them” “Now onto outstanding soloist awards…” A friend sitting nearby nudged me with her elbow. “That’s you” she said with a grin on her face. “No. I don’t think so. I didn’t do well enough to deserve anything” Starting to look slightly irritated now, she said “You better get an award. If you don’t then those judges don’t have any idea what they are doing.” Calmly sitting in my seat, I listen to the announcer list the outstanding soloist awards one by one. “The flute soloist in Sedona from Mohonasen High School…” At first I didn’t realize what had just happened. All I knew was all of my peers were cheering me on and telling me to stand up and walk to the front. “Marissa, that’s you!” I walked slowly and awkwardly at first, then sped up a bit because I thought I was walking too slowly. Then I started to slow down again because I thought I might look like I was rushing.
I finally made it to the front without tripping. That was my ultimate goal for the moment. “Congratulations” said the man holding out a trophy, proceeding to place a metal over my head. With an astonished look on my face and sound in my voice, I was able to spit out a “Thank You very much.” Walking back to my seat, I looked up and saw all of my friends clapping and smiling. I sat back down and I heard a quiet “I told you so.” I turned my head, smiled, then looked away. While walking back to the buses immediately following the ceremony, a friend picked me up and spun me around, “I am so proud of you!” Instead of being shy and embarrassed, I was proud and ecstatic. I went to a quiet spot to get away from all of the commotion of the days events, took out my cell phone and dialed the key pad. A calm voice answered the phone. “Hi mom. You’ll never guess what happened today…”