Last night was Ezra's second violin "concert," an elaborate affair that required fancy new dress clothing and shoes, a super-rushed meal at McDonald's in order to make the required 30-minutes-before-show-time arrival, then waiting around doing nothing for at least 45 minutes with his supportive but super-bored siblings.
Finally, about one hundred or so third graders slowwwwwwwwly took to the stage and extended risers, each carrying a stringed instrument that none of them had never touched before last October, proceeded to play three five-minute "songs," and then slowwwwwwwwwwwly filed back out again.
It was not quite the assault on my eardrums I'd been expecting, given how green these kids are (and judging from some truly, painfully screechy practice sessions at home). This was their first performance using the bows (last time they all just plucked at the strings and avoided that classic "dying cat stuck in a grand piano" sound), and while I don't know what "Farmer's Hoedown" is technically supposed to sound like, I am pretty sure I could identify their "Ode to Joy" even if it hadn't been printed in the program.
Noah got to experience that special rock-star feeling a middle schooler visiting his old stomping grounds. Here is he is chatting up his former band conductor, and later he confirmed that the fifth grade Golden Lunchbox award (seen here and also here) is still adorned with the very same American flag and patriotic stars that he, NOAH C. STORCH, personally decorated it with last year. This was incredibly exciting, as if they'd renamed the cafeteria after him.
And Ezra got that special rock-star feeling of, you know, being an actual rock star.