The Fine Arts Festival is that one event that everyone in the musical community dreads and enjoys at a simultaneous moment. Parents see it as a huge endeavor to get their children to the school on time and then find them afterwards. For the students it's seen as just another, yet importantly conclusive concert. Most parents just see their child's one performance, but for my parents, it's an entire day's event. In total at this years Festival, my parents and grandparents watched five performances. Luckily for me, I dropped from four performances to three, but Joe increased from one to two performances. Despite the excessive time and effort commitment, this day of music and art is usually very enjoyable. I thought that all of my performances were decent, and Joe's were also quite good.
There's nothing better than sitting and listening to good jazz while eating low quality and overpriced food. It was actually quite a relaxing break to this hectic day.
Even when we arrived at home the magic from the wondrous Fine Arts Festival continued! As Dad and I were mowing our overgrown lawn, he found this small depression in the ground covered with fluff and filled with baby rabbits. They were adorable, but sadly Mom didn't really approve of their choice in real estate, but she can't do anything about it.
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