Talking about memories of my previous school band, it is too much to be shared. I show up my fingers and start calculating, I had graduated for 6 years! How could time just passed like that? Okay, come back to the first topic. So he was one of the ex-band members but unfortunately he didn't join until the end, and that's the reason why I can't recognise him at the first sight after so many years.
He introduced himself nicely and politely, saying that he was a horn player, a friend of Kah Choon. Yeah, this does helped me to reform the broken memories. After that we had a short talk about ourselves and had exchanged our current status, he is studying law in a college. After a talk, I realised that he is a boy who trained to be politely and kind. I believe that this possibly been trained since his childhood by his family. I like to talk and deal with kind and politely people, these peoples can make my day. You can observe from their way of talking, you can feel that you are being respected. I hope he can go through all the hardship in studying for the next few years, I believe that he has his ambition and I hope he can achieve it successfully.
And, what I am trying to say in this long post is that I feel glad that people (juniors) are still remembering me as a previous band member. For me, the memories in band were getting fade after so many years. It is quite touch that sometimes people can recognise you and at the same time help you to refresh your memories that almost being forgotten.
Actually this was not the first time for this scene to be happened, it actually happened twice. Last time when I was working at the saloon, a boy came and cut his hair. I can recognise him as a brother of Lion's neighbour, and that's all. The conversation started when I helped washing his hair, he asked me "You're a gang with Boon Ling right?" Again, I was shock and replied "Yes, but how do you knew that?" By questioning and answering, I had been told that he was also an ex-band member and also, he only joined for a very short period. I really can't remember anything about him. He was a member in percussion, and he said last time he was a very bad and naughty boy and asked, how could I not recognise him. I laughed, and I felt warm at that moment.
You know, the situation was like, I thought I didn't miss out any scenes for my 5-year school band life and at the end some one came out and told me something I'd never expect and things that never appear in my memories, this is awesome!
It was like helping me to complete my memories, and I am happy to collect all those memory pieces to form a more complete memory compared to previous.
I miss my band life very very much, after I graduated, during my college life and even now. As what I've told last paragraph, some memories almost being dumped and forgotten, but in fact I am trying really hard to hold and grab all the memories and never let them go. I am trying to fight with time, I am trying not letting go my precious memories though the days are counting and times are passing.
I always re-watch those formations we've done and practiced in the past, listen to all those band songs that our band played previously, view our old photos that we've taken, look at all the tan skins with each of the smiling faces, recall every moments that I could recall.
We keep saying that we want to squeeze time to visit our old band but we couldn't make it. We have our stuff to deal with, and I am still waiting. I miss my Euphonium, its sound and its odour. I miss those smiling faces as well. And this is how, let the memory to live again...
