Glistening Palms (Wednesday, Part Three)

I'm finally going to finish this story. It may have an abrupt ending just because I really don't want to be working on this anymore, but at least it will be finished.

At 7:30 on Wednesday night we had a band concert. I got to the Junior High ten minutes early, even though I had ballroom, had to go back to the dance studio to get my phone, changed into concert clothes, and ate dinner. I was very proud of myself. When I got there, I put my clarinet, Colette, together, and hung out with my friends until we warmed up. I talked about high heels with Nephi, Memily, and Jessi, which was really fun and weird. My friend Kira texted me saying "Good lick" and then replied "Sorry luck" (Punctuation is very important. this later became a thing I say often. Good lick, sorry luck.) After we warmed up, we sat in the reserved seats and watched the combined brass piece, the combined sixth and ninth grade woodwind piece, and the sixth grade band concert. I felt kind of sad while watching the sixth grade concert because my little brother was supposed to be in it but was at home, sick (we later found out he had mono). Then it was our turn to play. We got on the stage and played the first song, an arrangement of songs from Wicked. As we were playing, I realized it was a but hot on the stage. I didn't say anything, though, because I get hot really easily and thought it was just me (hardy har har, ridiculously immature eighth graders. Goll.). After we played our arrangement of Pirates, Klingler (no, seriously, it's Klingler, not Kringle) said quietly, "It's really hot up here" and there was a murmur of agreement. I turned to Lillian and said, "Seriously," and showed her my hands. "My palms are glistening." I said. She smiled. "Mine are, too."  

And then we finished the concert and it was a lot of fun and I really like band. 

The (Very Abrupt) End.