My last concert of high school, ever, was on Friday. :(
It’s a little sad. It didn’t really feel like it was my last concert, but yeah, it was.
I was pretty tired throughout most of it. Especially when the strings were playing. But it was pretty fun regardless.
So we had to be at school by 6 to warm up with the combined groups, and then afterwards, we kind of hung out in the jazz cave and planned the cell phone skit, which was basically Nolan solo-ing, and then Casey was talking on his phone, yelling his name, and yeah. Then Mac came out in a wheelchair and said the “Please don’t talk on your cell phones, and don’t yell people’s names” thing.
Then wind ensemble played, then jazz band (Ain’t No Mountain High Enough/Under the Sea) YEAHHH I really like Under the Sea. Aaron and I play loud and low. :D
Our second set was Fields of Gold/I Just Can’t Wait to be King, and the third was Girl From Ipanema/Attitude Dance
During intermission, I saw Simon! Haha, so he asked me if I was going to prom, so I told him I was going with Kiko, and he thought I said Hugo or something. yeaaah.
Ahhh last time performing in jazz band!! :( There’s one more gig, but I can’t go because it’s on the same day as GHS’s prom… makes me a little sad really. I wish I had more years in jazz band. >.<
By the time we were playing for the combined groups, I was so exhausted. But it was good. :) I’m pretty excited for the CD to come out.
After it was over Ms. Godwin gave the seniors flowers and then I ate sushi w/ Kiko and Melissa in Glendale. yeppp.
Never not reblog the president holding a lightsaber.

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literally what I tell my mom when she calls me lazy.
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