As I was sitting at my brother's year end concert in the nostalgic court yard, I saw something I have never seen before. And it made me realize how quickly things have changed, and how fast we have all grown. Five years of daily band practices and annual band trips may seem like a joke when you get credits for simply playing a note. But on the last day of those five years, you realize that the one note you play everyday eventually becomes a song; a song you've composed with all the members, and it was worth more than a credit.
Tchaikovsky's Festival Overture in E flat major Op. 49 makes Josee and Jackee laugh
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