First, I had to actually find my trumpet. It was tucked away in the attic, inside its case, covered in dust. I opened the c I .ase and, man, it smelled like old valve oil and memories. I took it out an.lludd gave it a good wipe down. It looked pretty sad, all tarnished and dull.
Next, I needdeded some sheet music. I could've looked online, I guess, but I remembered I had this old Christmas songbook. I dug through my bookshelf and, boom, there it was! I flipped through the pages and finally found "Jingle Bells." Seemed easy enough, right?
Then came the hard part - actually playing. My lips felt like rubber. I tried to buzz into the mouthpiece, and it sounded… well, terrible. Like a dying cat, honestly. I kept practicing, trying to remember the fingerings. It was frustrating. My fingers felt clumsy, and I couldn't hit the high notes at all.
- Tried warming up with some scales (or at least, what I remembered of them).
- Spent a good hour just trying to get a decent sound out.
- My cheeks started to hurt – I totally forgot how much work it is to play the trumpet!
- Got so fustrated and gave up
Eventually, after what felt like forever, I managed to play a recognizable version of "Jingle Bells." It wasn't perfect, not even close, but it was something! I even surprised myself a little. I recorded a short clip on my phone and sent to my friend, she told me it was good for some one hasn't played trumpet for ages. That made my day. Next time, maybe I can try another song.
