The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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"Excuse me.. What are you doing?"

"I'm practicing tuba."

"Well.. Dr. Rivelli wants to see you."

I placed my tuba in front of the two stalls and walked up the stairs, toward my professor's office.

"Dr. Rivelli, you wanted to see me?"

"Oh hello Al, I should have assumed it was you. I could hear you from all the way up here. Where were you?"

"The bathroom, sir!"

"Oh, we need to get more practice rooms."

"Yes, yes we do sir."

"You should work on your embouchure shape. It sounds wrong."

"I will do that sir."

"And also keep it down a little. I'm trying to get some work done."

I quickly headed back, remembering his advice. I picked up just where I left off, just a bit more quietly.

Al’s Tuba Story

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