Snaring the Trumpet

Snaring the Trumpet — page 5
the band director sat As usual he was wearing a tropical shirt this one featuring not just big flowers but also pink flamingos sipping lemonade Mr Byrd looked over the rims of his glasses at Yulia and me Are you going to stand there gawking or are you going to choose an instrument Um choose an instrument I mumbled Speak up son Mr Byrd said Yulia elbowed me and whispered Don’t forget to say sir Choose an instrument sir I said louder this time Mr Byrd is an ex band geek And even though he dresses like he’s ready to hit the beach for some fun in the sun he directs his band like he’s a drill sergeant and expects everyone to call him sir That’s one of the few things that people outside of Room 217 know about what goes on inside here Mr Byrd seemed satisfied He motioned us to the back of the line where other new band members waited to choose their instruments 6