Personal Narrative: Our Last Concert
Its our last concert. I'm in eighth grade now. I'm in two band family's, Advanced band family of course, and the one and only jazz family. Our spring concert. I remember every last bit of it. it was cold but not to cold that our uniform was freezing. Its call time so every one in there uniform, me in jazz uniform because we play first. Its time to play the last time together. We play our usual round of songs. It was sad to think that was our last concert together as a jazz group. We played all the songs had a good time, heard all the songs. I can hear every ones heart in our playing. Our jazz concert is over so we all change into our advanced band uniform. We wait until its our turn to play our show. I meet up with friends and