Bless you

I played trumpet in high school, and like every brass player, you tell yourself you're the best there, even if you know it's wrong. My friend was leagues better than me, and I knew it, but I thought I was a good player, so when he was out sick at the end of the year before our big concert, our director gave me his music. I watched him jokingly do the sign of the cross, as if he was praying for me to do well. I hated him in that moment, and only wanted to prove him wrong. I did.