By Samuel Wearne and Sean Williams
The first on the list
The list I can see
Was a man who made sounds so pretty
On his trumpet from dawn until dark
Warm and lush as a cake
Teaching all those young kids
One practice I asked Mr B. what next should I do
Play on my own?!
I’m no loner!
I’ll go tell Ms Pero
I can play all the staves
Before she goes on one of her longish rants
Playing for the music school
Nerves make me play slightly sharpish
Crowd stares, listening, attentive:
They make me sweat as I sit and as I play I’m off the note…
During the exam I feel quite shy
I’d better pass for my sake
What pressure I saw
I think I’ll draw lots
I realised my fears
I think I’ll fake a virus
I am happy…kinda
While in band (the tour’s main)
We played a hard piece; quite a killer
The song was absolute torture
Jump in mud
Time of our lives
Band is a real high
Long weeks of toils
Round the turn
With every one in the bus
We will all play our worth
Now it’s time to see
More playing
At the new years crown
The list of Mr B.
