Today, my choice hour was Strings Open Practice. Ellie D and Emeline M were in my choice hour as well as Ali C and some others. The choice hour is for 5th through 8th grade orchestra players. My brother, Michael S who is in the 8th grade, plays violin like I do and is in my Tuesday choice hour as well. All of the 8th graders were rehearsing. The cello players could not get a cello and everyone else had to practice in a different room to practice, or watch the rehearsal, which sounded really good. First, while the 8th graders were preparing for the rehearsal, Ellie, Emeline, Ali and I went into a small room and started practicing for a while. After "15" minutes, We packed up our instruments (I play violin, Ellie plays violin, Emeline plays viola, and Ali plays cello) and walked through two doors and a hallway and into the main orchestra room where (skipping some stuff) we sat down on the grey, stone steps leading up to the exit to watch the rehearsal. Mrs. Gillespie was really feeling the intense but equally beautiful music as she conducted to orchestra. Bouncing up and down as she tapped her foot, shouted out occasional names and "Softer Pizzicato!"s and "Faster tempo!" at the same time, waving both her arms around, one holding a conducting stick thing, the other empty. I noticed that there were no bases. I personally think orchestras sound better with the a mix of very sound and there was every instrument except the deepest sounding one. I don't think they needed the bases to sound excellent though. At 4:06,, We all started packing up and watched the orchestra of 8th grade play until 4:09 or 10 and I put on my backpack after putting on my coat and walked straight out the orchestra room doors to my bus, 41, straight across from the door. Homeward bound at last.
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