“Adagio!” Mr. James yelled to the seventh grade orchestra. “This is not a race; not a competition! There is no prize for finishing this first. Slowly…slowly…let your instruments blend into each other.”
Connor fought the yawn that was coming; he knew if James saw it he’d blow up. All Connor wanted to do was get the piece over with and go home. He knew this piece, inside and out.. He was just bored with the whole thing.
Connor began to play the piece, so slowly he thought he would scream.
“That’s how it’s done! Again, everyone!” Mr. James cheerfully cried.
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