Pay close attention,

For what I am saying is no lie;

Until audition day arrives,

You will feel like you can fly right through perfectly fine.

I start off two months before,

Practicing the best I can

For no instrument can play itself,

And you need to make a solid plan.

A plan to make you progress,

To keep you going no matter what.

Because practicing less and less,

Won't help a whole lot.

I play the music over and over,

Like a runner going through their laps,

Not thinking it is enough

When finally I get to the point,

Where I can play it without messing up.

I know I am doing well,

And then something crosses my mind.

When is my audition again?

Two days away.

So I keep practicing,

For the oboe is no piece of cake.

Until the night before the audition comes

Where I lay in bed nervous, and wide awake.

Then it is the big day!

I play all I know, without any delay,

Hoping that the judges will think I am suffice

And praying that I can keep my anxiousness at bay.

After the ordeal is over,

We wait and wait and wait.

What if I don't make it?

For this band means the world to me

And I want to succeed.

Then we get the message.

I'm in.