Packing up my room. I saw a stack of old number scores. It belonged to my Secondary School Orchestra era.

I flipped open the thick file. There were a huge stack of un-categorized files that I just stuffed in out of convenience sake. I put them to my right. A photo of the CO group dropped out.

I looked at the very first song that we practiced. "狮王争霸" - Theme song from the Wang Feihong series. Hahaha.. 9 years ago, it was already easy-bitsy to me. Well, it still is now. The song brought back so much nostalgic memories.

I looked at the photo and I instantly remembered how excited I was when the entire orchestra crammed into the tiny music room and set up our seats and instruments. (especially the time taken when I have to tune everyone's instrument. Kekeke) I remembered how my blood gushed to my head and my heart was beating in sync with the song's tempo when the conductor started conducting that song. I remembered how I shivered and my goosebumps appeared while I was playing this very simple song.

I remembered how much I loved playing with my string gangs during the CO days.

I remembered how I have always looked forward to the Combined practices and listening to every section coming in together blending with the music. Even though it was just the huang fei hong song that we quickly got sick of. (Ha!)

I miss those feelings.

I miss my heart beating when I'm in the ensemble. Any ensemble.

Even when the sectionals were difficult and our conductor sometimes gets frustrated, we still manage to pull it through somehow.

In NAFA, when a particle section of the song particular irks me, I'll practice like mad to prove that I can do it, that hot-blood part of me is gone.

Where is the 'determined' part of me who never gives up at the sight of any obstacles?

I miss playing erhu in an ensemble, I think.
I miss creating music with people who loves music too.
Suddenly, I don't feel so musical after all.

It's the same for choir I guess.
I recalled how stupid I felt when I saw this difficult piece that I had to sing for the very first semester. Thinking back, I cant believe I made it through sia.. I couldnt even really get the notes on those staves correctly. Hahaha, but still .... I could sing them .Woah .. . .. ...
Those moments and times when we get excited for the concert and giving our very most and best during the performances.

Ah.. those nostalgic days.

Nowadays, it's kinda like a routine call to sing in the ensemble. It's a 'sianz' feeling. Tired too..

Now, as I looked at the photo, I'm thinking.. Maybe I dun hate my teenage years so much after all. Puberty doesnt feel as bad now.

BUT

I still wouldnt want to experience that one more time.

HA!

PS: Let's 加油 for the ensembles ba! It's music making sessions after all... =)
PPS: I hate packing up. Things never seem to fit anywhere!