It's always that feeling of something, someone leaving.
Can it be so fast that the sec 4s are leaving already? It seems like yesterday when I first stepped into the band room, first learned about the euphonium.
Can it be that time passes so quickly?
It's rather startling, the fact that in less than three days, the sec 4s will be leaving, and ultimately, batch 11 takes over as top batch.
I'm not even sure I'm up to the challenge.
It seems like yesterday we were just insignificant sec 1s, gossiping, chatting after band over how many notes we managed to play in Turandot. It seems like yesterday when we were sitting in RB shrieking over drama serials.
It seems so far away, yet so close. Some memories fade, but they leave an inkling of what they once were in your head.
That's what I'm afraid of. Those faded memories tug at your head, but it seems impossible to actually rein them in, because they are just-- memories. Figments of the mind.
Why are endings always so nostalgic, and yet necessary for new beginnings?
