Personal Narrative: Music Theory

I was eleven in middle school. It was a cold, fall morning and the first period was orchestra. I was sitting in my chair as class was starting when I heard the conductor instructing us to bring out instruments and music. This was how it all started. Earlier that morning, I decided to not bring my violin that day because it was a Thursday and usually we always do music theory. Sadly, I forgot that the concert was coming up and we had to do concert run-throughs on Thursdays now. I was sitting there in class without my instrument and I also did not have a phone to call my parents so that they could bring it to school for me. Even if I did have a phone, I would not want to call them because I have called them before with a friend´s phone to bring

We were so close to the day of the concert so she had ignored the rules and let me use someone else's instrument to practice. M, who was my stand partner at the time, offered her expensive violin to me and she would use her older sister's violin from the other period. Everything went smoothly from then on. We went through our warm-ups, rhythms, scales, and songs as we usually did and everything was fine. M´s violin was very nice and I always reminded myself to keep at least one hand on it at all times. The whole class played through all the pieces we were going to perform at the concert and everything was in tune and in balance. The pricey violin I obtained from M felt superior to the one I bought online at home. It was a lot bigger than mine and fit the length of my arm better. The violin itself was made from some kind of dark wood and the finish was not too shiny. I really liked my stand partner’s violin and promised her I would return it in pristine

Everything had been fine for the whole period that I forgot to keep at least one hand on M’s violin like I said I would. Either I held the violin or I gently put it on the ground and make sure that nobody can step on it. I was hasty and left the expensive violin on my lap as I reached about two feet in front of me to change the pages to the next piece. It all went down from there. I felt the violin slip off of my lap as the shoulder rest, that could grip onto my clothes, also slid off the violin. I panicked. Either I let all the sheet music I was handling fall or I let the violin fall. I rushed to grab the violin and all the pages floated down from the stand. Failing to catch the violin, it also fell to the ground. It hit the hard carpet floor with a loud thud on its side. It was the sound that the nightmares of music students were made of. Everyone in the entire class of over thirty-five students was silent. They all stared at me as I put back all of the sheet music that had fallen during the violin’s tumble. I was so ashamed at how I had dropped M’s violin. At last, it was the moment of truth. I gently picked up M’s expensive violin and stared at it. It was missing something. Something that played a huge role in tuning the violin. The peg had snapped off. It was laying there on the ground half of it still lodged inside of the hole it was supposed to go into. M and I were called into the conductor’s