A surge of music flowed through the band room, saxophones
glittered and sparkled while being played.
Different shaped keys were pressed up and down, producing
brilliant music all around.
Golden trumpets being pumped up with air, as three fast
fingers played a melody.
Trilling trombones quickly sliding to and fro, bringing
a full sound to the round notes.
Rolling drums, stepping to the staccato beat while marching,
rigid notes blending into music.
Ebony clarinets, full of silver brace-like keys, running up
and down their long slender bodies.
Silver, horizontal tubes, squeakily sending resounding notes
which echo through the air, like a wild, primitive bird call.
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