Being positioned in the center of the bleachers, it became difficult for our planned Wave to come about. The stubbornly deaf people on the end of the rows did not help any, so we tried different tactics. Crowd-surfing down the bleachers, I agreed with my compatriot, would be fun. We contemplated a mosh pit. However, these things wouldn't have gone over well with the parents of those who were playing in the High School Winter Band Concert.

The young musicians played old tunes and there was a student teacher who led the opening band. I wasn't sure if I felt bad for nearly mistaking her for one of them, but then her skirt was too short for her to be a student. *sigh* What is into student teachers these days?? I wonder if she led well. I wish I knew more about it. Anyway, there was a saxophone-ist in the second row who played particularly well. Of course, nobody else has heard her solos. She has played songs especially for me, she plays them just for me and nobody else:) Well, sort of. *grin* (I will prolly get a slap for that comment.)

And the chorus sang only one of the staple Christmas songs! I was muchly surprised. But "Carol of the Bells" is sung by every choir, every Christmas. Every chorus but mine. I never got to sing it. *sigh* I will recover someday. I suppose this is everyone's sacrifice-0I don't sing so I have to recover and if I did sing, there would be more people in psych wards? Not a Christmassy thought! Out it goes!

My compatriot began to feel restless. She fidgeted with her hands neurotically until in a sudden swooping moment, my programme was gone! and in it's place there lay an origami figure that began to chew a hole in the Caffenapkin Professor's sweater (he was sitting in front of us). A pair of sparkly eyes gave us a mild reproof and then went back to her music. The origami programme made it's rounds and then sang along with the chorus. I think it was confiscated before the End.

Afterwards they had--they always have--cookies and punch. Punch that lines your lips with red stains like koolaid. *Like* koolaid? And the cookies. Oh, the cookies. Well, I can't say anything about them I didn't have any. *sigh*

No, I moved through the crowds, creating a path for myself as I brandished a potted poinsetta that was filched for ten euro from the concert hall. I wielded my weapon well, for I scared several people out of their seats in order that I might place the potted plant on it's princely pedestal.

and THAT my friends, was a snapshot of the high school band concert. I wish I was a better musician so I could give you a rundown of the good and bad points . . . but it was fun:)

p.s. I found out that if I am sitting on bleacher seats and I leave my hair down behind me, everyone on the back row will have an opportunity to tread on it.