Concert
Well the concert went really well. Catania didn't say much if anything, but he never does and no one expected anything otherwise, so no loss there. The trumpets did really well, no mistakes by them, or at least by steve and I, I couldn't really tell otherwise. But it was too freaking hot up there. I had four damn lights aimed at me, and two of them were the blue ones, which apparently get the hottest. Anyway, we sounded good, but Jazz Night's still going to be 481904894 times better, so you'd better come. After the concert, tons of us went to Friendly's and that was much fun, except for the convenient showing up of a very evil person. Then I (my dad) drove Colleen and Bridget home and I came home. Maybe I'll write more later, but I have to go clean my room now kids. Adios.