The band instructor displayed instruments that were placed on tables in each corner of the room.
I knew I was destined to play the drums before I walked into class. Apparently, so did every other black kid, and it wasn’t a coincidence. Two influences had recently occurred. The first was the release of Drumline, and the second was a catchy Neptunes-produced song called “Grindin.” Students repurposed desktops and lunch tables, using them as drums to recreate the beat. That afternoon after tryouts, I showed my mother the cost sheet. Her eyebrows cascaded over her eyelids as she traced the total with her finger. “Sorry, T. What about the choir?” she bargained.
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