Assignment 12 Just Another Day Viviana Ortiz

I’ve always wondered what it would be like to live on the other side of my relationship with my oboe. Sure, sometimes it could be frustrating for me. BellaBahli, my oboe, has endless struggles she bothers me with. Her screws become loose, her wood dry, her pads messed up, you get the point. It’s always been about me… the hardships I must endure in order to play the oboe. But… what about her? So in her honor, a short story from BellaBahli’s point of view.

It’s a regular Wednesday morning and the sun comes up. Or maybe it doesn’t. See, I would never know since I stay in my black dark case until about 11:35 for band class. Regardless, the sun comes up at some point and I am bustled around from home to car to school. Eventually I’m put in my cubby to take my daily nap until Viviana comes and puts me together.

11:35 couldn’t come slower. The cold band room air seeps through my blue satin cushioned case and enters my every wooden pore. Ah! YES! My human has arrived. She puts me together quickly and wraps herself around me to warm me up. These are the good old times. But now comes the funny part, the playing. As her fingers run up and down my sides known to her as keys, my laughter cannot be contained. The notes string themselves together and compose beautiful or sometimes not so beautiful sounds. My favorite hour comes to a close and she puts me back in my case. This time the air has become warmer from the bustle of the band room and my wood expands, causing loose screws. Oh hooray. What can I say? It’s just another day.