The document is a short story about the author's experience at Blue Lake last Sunday. Some key details: 1) The author arrives at Blue Lake emotional after not seeing their family for 12 days. They are excited to perform with the band. 2) Backstage, the author prepares their flute among the many musical instruments of the other band members. 3) The performance goes well, with the author spotting their parents in the audience before playing. The band performs in unison under the conductor.

1. Last Sunday
By: Monique
It was a nice cool morning on August 22; my cheeks were cold and sticky from
sobbing after my parents and my brother, embracing them in a gigantic hug. After all, I
didn’t see them in twelve days, but the experience I will never forget. Blue Lake was
truly amazing.
I did a little skip and headed to the backstage area.
“Oh” I gasped in surprise. There were a million cases; well at least there were a
lot. Violins, cellos, violas, flutes, bases, tubas, baritone, alto sax., base sax., trumpet (a
lot of those), oboe, base clarinet, clarinet, and much, much more. I set my case down
quickly and unhitched the latches. It made a quick pair of clicks. I quickly put together
my tree pieces of my flute. Just for a second I wanted to relax. I ran my finger over the
smooth and glossy Sticker on my case. BLUE LAKE was printed on to the sticker next to a
funny looking shape.
I noticed how many people were in the audience, as I walked out onto the stage
happy and positive. My eyes naturally scanned for my parents even though my eyelids
felt heavy. It was too much of a hassle so I tried to stop but my eyes protested. They
wanted to see my parents. My mom was wearing her smooth, black tank top, and my
dad was wearing his comfortable blue polo shirt with thin black stripes. I set out the
black, worn out after twelve days folder.
“Finally,” Libby Reeves whispered
“I was afraid you left.” I looked around to all the band members they were
sitting in their seat. Only a few were missing. Libby quickly pulled out the Tempest. I was
sure no one could hear me warming up out of all the band members. I saw Mr. Miller,
the conductor, rise after his long introduction. The whole band and I lifted into “resting”
position in union. It all happened quickly. Mr. Miller lifted his arms up, and every one
lifted into playing position in union. And on beat on I played.