“Hi, I’m Scott!” I say, plunking myself down in the back of the cello section. It’s the first day of orchestra, and I can’t wait to begin. “Hey,” the female cellist next to me responds flatly. I reach into my bag and pull out the special arrangement of the orchestral piece my grandfather made for me. She looks at it quizzically. “It’s to help me keep up,” I say. She shrugs and continues practicing her full version of the piece.
The conductor steps up to the podium and an erratic buzz fills the room as everyone tunes their instruments. Then the conductor juts his baton forward, and the music begins. I slide my bow across the strings just like I have been practicing. My own special arrangement has me playing the starting ...