my dad plays the trumpet. When he blows it his cheeks go red . I love watching his band. there is a loud drum that sounds like thunder! It plays a rhythm that keeps the whole band in time and when you listen makes you tap your feet . Sometimes the band plays in town. A woman at the back goes crash on the cymbals. and they always sparkle in the sun. the ground shakes when the band walks past. sometimes it seems that even the birds move their wing in time with the music.