I sat first chair, second clarinet in my grade school band. We were giving a holiday concert for what to me felt like an enormous audience, by my limited 8th grade standards, that was made up of our parents and other assorted teachers, staff and students. The mood in the room was high and all seemed to be enjoying the various holiday favorites that our band and the school choir were regaling the auditorium with. I first noticed the heat. It felt like it crept from my toes and rather quickly worked its way up my legs, body and . . .
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