Change in choice piece

It is our fault. Yuchen's screw up of solo, Ferdian's offbeat, Sikai's late starting, my wrong notes, Benjamin's slowing down, Dhruv's early starting. It's our section's fault. Even though Mr Oura might not say it, so as not to disgrace us, it is OUR fault.

One last chance.

zvdifo

"So... you have 3rd lang?"
"Ya, but I feel like quitting..."
"Good, after you quit you can come for Tuesday and Thursday extra pracs"
"Oh then I shall not quit..."

I don't care whether you are joking or not. It clearly shows the amount of passion you have (or rather, the lack of it) for band. You know you are way behind "best", and not even close to the bare minimum standard. Yet you still show no desire in improving, in striving to even budge or to crawl one step closer to the goal miles away. Where's the battle when there are no troops? And I have little more to thank you for other than your amount of lack of determination.

10 hours per week isn't a lot, especially for you. Do you give up just because it seems like you cannot make it? In that case then what's the point of coming? CCA points? Fear of losing face? It's total nonsense. Attendance isn't the only factor now (and you're losing out even in that aspect). So you told me you've practiced a bit at home. Whether that was a lie or not, I can't be bothered to go on to debate about it.

At the end of the day I know that you won't be reading this. Even if you do I bet it won't get into your walnut head. But just take in this: no point coming if you have nothing to do. You're wasting my time, your time, and our time.
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Who do you answer to?

You answer to your seniors. Those drums you held. They were carried by bandsmen at least 18 years ago. They toiled, sweat, bled, teared for glory.

But of course, you don't even know any of them. So, closer to our time, you answer to us. The newly-graduated, fresh-from-school seniors. Those of us who played The Merry Widow and Der Vogelhandler for our Central Judging Gold and Gold with Honours. Most of us had a hand in passing on to you the techniques and knowledge required to be a percussionist. We stand separate from you now, independent of the band but never disassociated from it. And we will always be watching you.

You answer to this band. Whether you have been in it for one, two or three years, it does not matter. You are now part of its illustrious history, its 43 years of excellence. Have you read the essay titled Competition Day? It describes precisely the feelings felt by both performers and supporters when the band succeeds. You will know in three months time when you hear the announcer saying 'Raffles Institution - Gold with Honours'. We can, just as we always could.

You answer to your conductor. Mr Oura has directed this band for 16 years. He has seen batch after batch, faces after faces pass. His wealth of experience is, obviously, unparalleled by any of you. When we were recruits, he was like this wondrous, magnificent man that all of us held in awe. Strangely enough, we met him very rarely (except in music lessons), and only heard stories about him. Once we entered the main band, we learnt much more about him.

His praise is rare, but when you get it, it keeps your mood up for quite a while. On the other hand, when he points out your mistakes, you feel as if you've just committed a deadly crime. The best moments, those that are quoted so much it's almost a cliche, are when he smiles or nods at you during a performance.

He has seen the band change and grow through these years. He has, undeniably, seen its standards dropping. Does he ever blame himself? Does he ever get frustrated thinking about why the band is so lousy? One can only guess. But this man has put in so much for the band and taught every single one of us so much. We must do him proud.

And of course, you answer to yourself. Do you put in effort? Do you practise? Do you go the extra step to improve yourself? Do you ask when unsure? Whatever the announcer says at the end of the day, who is to blame, or who does the credit go to? Will you be lamenting over that wrong note or will you be proud to have perfected your part? Will you let yourself down? We should always answer to ourselves.

Pfft.

Lazy. Defensive. Rebellious.

What's the point of going on? Time wasting?

Life would be much easier if everything was just assigned to Ferdian instead.

Non-commited.

Raffles Trail '07

Sec 1s raffles trail today,
fat ones skinny ones just like you
but the one~

Haha... the whole thing at the Rajaratnam block. Good because the band room is usually missed (remember last year only 1-2 classes visited us in the band room =[). Bad because we need to carry the instruments AND THE HEAVY HEAVY GLOCK *cry*. Lol I feel guilty for depriving RJC percs from the instruments (luckily we never decided to steal the snare drum, Jerald regretted it later, but... poor Jian Wei + Zhufeng! lol)
Back to raja block. So when the cute little kiddies started streaming in at ~2pm, we realised we had no lunch. So we went for lunch in two clusters, our cluster taking about twice as long as the other one. Shan't elaborate too much about what happened when one cluster was having lunch and the other cluster performing together with poor guys like Jerald whom never get lunch till five in the afternoon. Playing: 1/10? Probably less. *cry cry* Not saying anymore.
So then Matthew wanted us to play some perc solos (kinchun why didn't you come?). Then during free time (5pm+), Mr Oura distributed some new books for all the sections!!! Mallets, timpani, snare drum... (kinchun why didn't you come?). Then came the waves of parents. Up to now I still wonder why didn't I hide in the project room. Then there was this tough parent. As some guy was explaining the history of RIMB, the parent cut him short and said that he doesn't care about the history at all. Rude!
Sad thing is that we got badly owned by RICO. They had wayyyy more people than us. While our pathetic ensemble... comprised mostly of sec 3s, and even so around only half the batch went for trail. Poor David (Lee), lost his voice and looking all tired, together with Winston and Steven...
Arrrgh Mr Jee still remembers me! Don't really dare to talk to him, but he approached me.
I wish we didn't have to show off. I'm shy! Matthew and Jerald are like, constantly pressing me to go out and JAM WITH THE TOMS!!! Lol how I hate showing off. Perc's about showing off, but it's really scary and pressurizing with two people.

Lots more to say, but I think I'll end for now. Numb hands, numb legs, and an OBS in 2 more days. Time to get some gooooood snooze.

EDIT: Thank you Jerry for reminding me: RINSPIRE DID NOT WRITE AN ARTICLE ABOUT PROMETHEUM. Screw them.

-brian gave birth to a leprechaun called foki monoka putoloki (my pm)
-jerald married the leprechaun called foki monoka putoloki (his pm)

I'M HIS SON-IN-LAW

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