Never underestimate the power of the orchestra stand partner.
For those of you who aren’t clued into the orchestra lingo (where have you been?) your stand partner is your page turner (if they’re sitting on the inside) and the one you look to if you’re lost or not sure your bow is going in the right direction. There are serious trust issues there.
My favorite stand partner was a girl named Kristi. (CallmeImissyou.) She could do vibrato and I couldn’t (yet) so I had daily inspiration. Not only that, she became my confidant and I became hers. We told each other anything and everything. Golden.
Soon after becoming my confidant, she became the person I got drunk with for the first time.
It was Mad Dog 20/20, key lime flavor or something. Anyway it was green. We were such bad asses.
Unfortunately, we decided to get drunk for the first time together during our lunch period, and we got caught by our home-ec teacher. We were each suspended for one whole day (score!) and had detention in the dean’s office. It’s during those several weeks of detention that we plotted the great escape.
Each of us had our own reasons for wanting to disappear. I’m ashamed to say that I don’t remember all of Kristi’s because I was so wrapped up in my own, most of which lied at the forked tongue of my stepmother. (Like I just recently came to the realization that I don’t actually smell. I literally sat up in bed one night and said, “Hey…I don’t smell! Bitch!”)
I think I can safely say that I would never have run away without a partner. Kristi, however, was the brave one and could have pulled it off on her own and I would have been totally jealous. But because I had her, I experienced two of the craziest months of my life. I don’t think anything I’ve done since then even compares. Good and bad, it was an adventure that has shaped my adult life in more ways than I will ever truly know.
- The Milk Carton Incident: Prologue (thehamsterwheelblog.com)