What Happens Behind The Curtain

Listening to the endless droning,
We’re so bored we have long since gone wacko.
Using his Soprano Sax
Propped on his shoulder like a machine gun,
Taking out the drummers
From across the band,
Dropping like boys playing war games.
The teacher looks up.
They’re sitting innocently in perfect playing position,
Ready to play
At the teacher’s every whim

The teacher looks down at his music,
That’s when the chaos erupted.
Using hand signs, the sax player
Got everyone to turn off their music stand’ lights
He turned on the strobe light
In his cell phone
The party was on

The teacher snapped his head up
Stared at the sax player
Who froze,
Gave a smile,
And a thumbs up
The teacher shook his head
Signed ‘NO’ at him.

This is one mere experience
Of what happens behind the curtain