Vibrating Zimbabwe

Date: 4/2/2016

I'm walking down a university hallway. The scale and grandeur reminds me of the first time I visited high-school as a middle schooler. I enter a room, which is tiered. at the lowest section of the room, a few chairs are arranged in a circle. People I knew from freshman year marching band sit in the chairs. Andrew Marchbanks, Alli Marbois, flute section leader...etc. suddenly I remember Mr Ormsbee, the band director and feel very out of place and uncomfortable. Because I quit band after one year, he must dislike me. I figure the best course of action is to get an instrument and pretend I'm supposed to be there. sitting down, I'm offered an instrument by the flute section leader. it resembles a piccolo, but has more clarinet-like buttons/levers and has a reeded mouthpiece. though I know it as a piccolo, she insists that it's called something else (I beliece it was a weird Z word, like Zimbabwe or Zamboni ). they show me how to play it. it involves lifting the left corner of your top lip unnaturally high, and placing the instruments mouthpiece near your exposed teeth, with it's body parallel to the ground. once in position the thing automatically sounds a tune. that's about all I remember