There is a moment right before one flies, where they know they will soar.

When your heart beats too fast, and you can hardly breathe,

You realize you'll stay up all night trying to remember the details.

When you walk on stage, surrounded by other bandmates,

The swoosh of long, black skirts, and the echo of clean, dress shoes,

Reminds you that you aren't alone.

Taking your seat, together as one.

You look across the curve, from player to player.

Your heart swells with joy being a part of it.

Last minute adjustments, attention to detail.

Then the conductor raises his arms, ready to lead the band,

Immediately everyone moves to prepare in response.

Bright lights flicker off the metals, as the moment is purposefully prolonged,

The director looks around, determination sets in with your last intake of breath.

One flick of his wrist sets the music on fire.