"He Blows a Mean Trumpet"

In middle school R.J. was given the choice to either join the band or take an Expo Class.  He chose to follow in his Grandpa Hazen's footsteps and learn to play the Trumpet.  So, for the past two months our house has been filled with the sweet, loud, melodious, notes from that trumpet.  R.J. practices hard and is a very diligent student.  He loves to wake his sisters in the morning to the sound of his eager blowing.  His goal is one day to be able to be his Scout Troop's bugler and wake everyone up to the Reveille.  Last week R.J. performed at Fall Band Concert at school.  We were excited to hear the fruits of his labors!  The beginning band played about four different songs.  I can honestly say, they sounded great, not like beginners at all.  The parent band also played a song.  For homework R.J. was to teach one of his parents a song for that Parent Band.  Rob was the Lucky parent who learned the piece.  As for the parent band, they should keep their day jobs.  Only kidding, they were great too.  Rob said he was relieved to be sitting by someone who actually knew what he was doing.  You know what they say, "Fake it till you make it!"  We'll never know if he played the whole song.  But, what I do know is how proud I was of my two boys that night!