So, as I said, yesterday I contributed at a concert where we played only The Beatles covers. It was what we were working on all year, and we were really, really excited for it to happen. The end of the concert meant the end of the ninth-graders working with the school, and it was hard to say goodbye.
The playlist went almost perfectly. Almost nobody made any mistakes, and if anyone did, they would play it off as if nothing happened. That was good. The band was great, the ensembles did a superb job, the choirs were wonderful, and the little kids were cute. It was a huge project, hard to put together, but the teachers did their jobs great.
It was two hours of Beatles, and these two hours were great. Backstage, we had an excellent time. We all made new friends, there was laughing, screaming, joking, basically, a lot of fun. The lowest point of the night was when a friend's guitar strap fell and her guitar fell to the floor. The lower part of the guitar had a few pieces chipped off. Fortunately the guitar was hard maple, so nothing so serious happened. I told her to get some spray paint and simply cover it up, but she told me she's going to get it fixed. Oh well, accidents happen all the time.
In the end, the important thing is that we all had fun. We enjoyed playing and singing, being backstage, and basically for us ninth-graders having our last moments at our school, where we've been since we were five or six. That's more than ten years right there. But, like in every book, a chapter ends and another one has to begin. We have yet to see what happens next in our books, but I'm sure that we won't be disappointed.