|
First,
let's clear some things up about Ron's baby. No, it is not a real baby,
but a baritone that was very close to Ron's heart. They had a bond,
these two. They performed and played together. They won medals and were
proud of the work they had achieved together. But eventually one of them
had to go. It was the baritone (what we would do if it had been Ron, I
do not know).
It
was on a hot afternoon that the end came. The baritone squeaked its last
note and was put behind Mr. B's car to rest. Mr. B got into
his car not knowing what important object was behind him and backed up
onto it, not hearing the crying "NO's" of the NCHS marchers.
It was then that baritone died, but it was not the end of the story.
Mr.
Williams gracefully picked up the baritone, took it to the top of the
tower and sacrificed it to the Band Gods. It might have been a short
life, but it was a good life. Ron's baby, we will miss you.
Allison
Morrow, Class of 2011 |