As my time at Budapest comes to a close, I can’t help but be reminded of the times during honor band in high school.
For three days, sixty other musicians and you gel together and make beautiful music for the sake of music. Friendships are made, and is inevitably short-lived with the nature of gathering students from all over the state. During the last rehearsal of one such honor band, the conductor said something quite profound to me. He told me to look around and know that this is the last time this group of people will be assembled. Consequently, that was also the last time that particular sound associated with the ensemble was made in history.
After the concert, the sound of the ensemble is forever lost to history.
I guess BSM, or any other camp for that matter, is something like that. That group of people will never be together again, and that synergy of relationships will be gone after the program. But as the saying goes, it is better to have loved than not loved at all.
And so, another happy chapter comes to a close in my life.