The cavernous hall is set to accommodate 900. The band puts
finishing touches on a few songs. Volunteers
struggle to hang banners on the stage. A group of helpers hustle to fill 900 “goody”
bags. Performers focus inwardly, preparing for the show.
Outside, buses continuously arrive disgorging their boisterous teenage passengers into the courtyard. This mass of adolescent humanity steal clandestine measures of each other as they move into the hall and jockey for front row seats. The noise level is close to ear-splitting. Roger and I sit in the audience stunned by the scene unfolding around us.
Outside, buses continuously arrive disgorging their boisterous teenage passengers into the courtyard. This mass of adolescent humanity steal clandestine measures of each other as they move into the hall and jockey for front row seats. The noise level is close to ear-splitting. Roger and I sit in the audience stunned by the scene unfolding around us.
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NET Team Band
members (l. to r.) Emily, Laura, Becca and Mario
are cheered on
by Mickenzie.
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A music concert about to begin you may think?
“We are chaperoning this group for the weekend?” Roger asks incredulously. All I can muster is a catatonic nod.