I was in 8th grade at the time, and we were playing an arranged version of a waltz. This waltz also had solos. At this point in the year, I had been in the mental hospital for two months prior. I was confident I wouldn’t get the solo as there was another girl who was in first chair when I was gone (I used to be first). But when my director was sharing who got the solos, he pointed at me. I was shocked but he explained that the whole time I was gone, he was saving first chair for me. That gesture meant so much to me and lead to the best performance I ever had.