This week’s blog post is _______________ (adjective). It was written _______________ (adverb) and with no regard for _______________ (noun). Don’t let the _______________ (noun) of the post fool you, though, this is as _______________ (adverb) thought out as any post in the past. I figured it was about time to get you, our _______________ (adjective) and _______________ (adjective) readers, involved in the writing process. So dust off your _______________ (body part), oil the _______________ (noun) and strike up the _______________ (noun), it’s time to get writing!

Music is like a _______________ (noun). It is very _______________ (adjective). The more _______________ (adverb) and _______________ (adverb) you play it, the more _______________ (adjective) it is. This doesn’t mean it has to be _______________ (adjective), however. A performer or listener can _______________ (adverb) listen to or perform music without having to _______________ (verb) it. In fact, the more _______________ (adverb) you _______________ (verb) music, the more _______________ (adjective) it can become. Don’t let this fool you, though; the musical experience is one filled with _______________ (plural noun), much like a _______________ (noun). You have to _______________ (verb) and work very hard to make it work.

When I was younger, I would often _______________ (verb). Some days I would _______________ (verb) constantly. This was, at first, an act of _______________ (adjective) towards my _______________ (family member), but it turned out that after _______________ (number) of years, I found myself _______________ (present participle) this once seemingly ungodly act. I wasn’t very good at it, but it made me happy, and that was all that mattered.

This was also around the same time I started playing in orchestra. This was usually a _______________ (adjective) experience, and it was one I rarely _______________ (past verb). Every _______________ (day of the week) I would show up at _______________ (time of day) and _______________ (verb) in the orchestra. Rarely did I _______________ (verb) beforehand, usually because my _______________ (noun) wasn’t ready. Regardless, during rehearsal, I _______________ (adverb) and _______________ (adverb) played, enjoying myself in ways I never could have imagined.

It wasn’t long before these two actions starting resembling one another. Much as I would _______________ (verb) on the _______________ (noun) during the day, I would then _______________ (same verb) and _______________ (same noun) in orchestra at rehearsal at night. It was much like a _______________ (animal) stalks a _______________ (another animal); there’s no wrong way to _______________ (verb) the _______________ (second animal), there’s only the way that society wants you to _______________ (verb). It wasn’t until _______________ (number) years later that I’d realize just how _______________ (adjective) I was during those orchestra rehearsals. I see it every day in the eyes and faces of the young Turtle Bay Music School students, and I couldn’t be more _______________ (adjective) to see them _______________ (verb) and _______________ (verb) through their young musical lives.

So, after all these _______________ (word usually descriptive of food) revelations, why not come see two _______________ (adjective) and _______________ (adverb) _______________ (adjective) musicians play this Friday in our very own Em Lee Concert Hall? Isabel Fairbanks and Zach Mo will be playing a free program of cello and piano music spanning over hundreds of years, from the days of _______________ (composer) to the current days, when a _______________ (favorite cupcake shop) is on every corner. The concert is at 6:30, it’s free as always, and RSVP’s are encouraged (either in the comments below or via a simple email to info@tbms.org). You’re sure to _______________ (verb) the entire evening! We can’t wait to see you there!