I dreamed a fellow MOBster won a Pulitzer for his arrangement of "My Girl", and was invited to perform it at a high school band competition I was at as an alum with other trumpet players from my high school band.
And he wanted us to be part of the performance, and I would be on second trumpet. But I was looking over the score he gave us, and I couldn't for the life of me find my line or follow it across page turns. Sometimes a page wouldn’t have any trumpet lines, and then the next page would have all the trumpet parts on one staff. And I’m not great at sight reading anyhow. And I couldn’t tell if the part might not be too high for me, because I could only reliably hit C above the staff, and I thought I saw some Ds but maybe that was the 1st trumpet part?
And half the pages were cut out staves pasted on construction paper. Of various colors like magenta and black and mint green and beige…
I asked if there was sheet music by part so I could JUST look at the 2nd trumpet part. Since I’d be sight reading. And I couldn’t follow what he gave us AT ALL. No one else seemed to be having trouble, so I felt really dumb.
Then my trumpet started falling apart. The spit valve on the tuning slide fell off. Then a tiny screw that held one of the brackets to the valve casing popped out and I couldn’t find it. And then I woke up.
