|Can you feel the love? You certainly can't see the band.|
It was hot. We were sweaty.
150 odd kids in red shirts with big shiny instruments were hot and sweaty too. Especially after running around outside screaming before and after their slot.
Junior band was first. All 72 of them. They've come a long way in a year. And together they don't sound half bad.
Then Senior band. Sarah has been practicing her scales and sight reading for next year's audition into this band. Entry is NOT guaranteed, although every effort is made to get them through. There will be some natural attrition too. This years Senior band (year 4), did a tremendous job. They sound pretty fabulous for a bunch of 10 year olds. We clapped and cheered. There was some wooting.
Finally Concert band. And here is where I dipped out. I gathered my flock of three, several times, because they kept escaping and running around with their friends. So I still got to hear Concert band play because I couldn't leave. They were sensational.
By this time it was late, nearly 8pm. Junior band kids start each Thursday at 7:45am for practice. 12 hours later and it's been a long day. They are only 9. Many are still 8. There was lap sitting and shoulder resting from some, and a thin veneer of hysteria brought on by too much excitement, end of year and general nine year old boisterousness from the remainder. We left. Just in time I reckon.
It felt good though, being there, watching and listening to these kids, who are truly amazing, with teachers and conductors and parent volunteers who are simply incredible. I am proud to be part of such a community.
In a couple of weeks the year 6 cohort will graduate and head off to high school. Their last term seems to be an endless series of celebrations, ceremonies, dinners, camps and assemblies. They and their parents must be exhausted. Our turn is three years away. I can wait for that. Yes I can.