Lift the C, trill the E

There I was, audtioning for the flute solo.

It's a large part of the show for my marching band.

I did not desire it as much as others though.

Yet when I was chosen, more tears of joy were shed than planned. 

The pressure upon me was great.

Could I even compare to my idol who had come before me?

At rehearsal I felt that I could not get the part quite straight.

Soon it came time to peform, and I needed to let what I had be.

When I finally played, I possed a new passion.

No longer thinking, I allowed the flow

to take me away, resulting in a powerful crowd reaction.

Strong enough to the point when some praised me, they would not let me go.

Modesty was my counter to the compliments that I was gracious to recieve.

For in my heat I knew, I play pretty damn amazing if you were to ask me.