YOU! (revisited)

5th annual jc band festival held at the Esplanade this year.

Meeting time was at 6:15p.m at City Hall MRT station for dinner before we make our way to the Esplanade for the concert. Well some arrived late and we had to rush through our dinner. Well if you set the time, you jolly well be there on time. And what's with the pointing fingers? Just admit you were late and apologise... is it that hard? Not even a sorry. When people who were supposed to be late can come earlier than those who were suppose to be early, something is definitely wrong.

Strike 1...you are near the line. My line!

You just stood there.

Was it too much to ask for?

I had to practically herd the bunch to hurry up as Vin was waiting for us. Chatting about what? Only God knows. No sense of urgency. What happened to punctuality? I wasn't the one who was late.

Strike 2...don't you dare go through. I'm warning you!

You just stood there.

You knew me well to know.

The concert started off badly in my opinion but it soon picked itself up. Through the songs that they played, I could remember my old days when I was in the band. Swollen mouth, painful fingers and long hours are just some of the bad times. I could still remember the fun of sectionals and combined practises and the stress of having to conduct the band. Those are now only memories tucked safely in my mind. Though the band only managed to clinch a silver award, the satisfaction of having played our best during the SYF competitions paid off, even if it was silver. The days of band in JC wasn't that memorable as I didn't participate actively then. Besides they transfer me to trombone. Shucks man! I miss euphonium.

During the interval, a drop of tear nearly came out.
Was it the memories?
Was it them?
Was it the songs?
I didn't know. But I held it, not wanting to let the others see.

The concert ended rather splendidly with a rather interesting repetition of 'this old man' which I enjoyed the most. I felt so jealous because they get to perform at the Esplanade. But it was a very good show I must say.

The concert ended late at 10:30p.m. We took a few photos outside the main building. I had cover tomorrow morning so I told them to make it quick because the gate closes at midnight. And as usual no one hears me, they fiddled over the camera, chatted about the show...basically something that could be done once we decided where to go next.

Strike 3...when I burst you better flee.

You did not come forward.

I needed console when I blow.

OUT!

And that was when I lost my temper. I bursted, not exploded. Did I regret? Why should I? Some of them certainly have no respect for people's feelings. Do I hate them? Maybe now I should, for that reason. For those who came to cool me down, thanks! I wanted to do that for a very long time.

Disappointment