Tonight was the Breaking the Shackles benefit concert, of which was completely student-run and student-led, gathering funds to donate to International Justice Mission, Youth Spark, and Wellspring Living to finally bring an end to modern day slavery once and for all. The concert was a ton of fun too; the very famous Ryan Steffes and some of his friends did pre-show music, but I only stuck around to hear Brett Younker and his band play before I had to leave. Nevertheless, it was awesome worship. Jumpin', laughin', screamin'.
Then, I had to leave early for the Tri-M recital. I changed again into a striped dress Paige loaned me so that all of us in the flute choir matched stripy dresses. Pretty cool. We're the best little sisterhood. While I was there, I came to realize how much amazing talent we have at our school; the people who played were pure geniuses, and not only that, but we as students put together our performances all by ourselves. Soloists, choirs, ensembles...the concert hall was beautiful. Everything a professional recital could ask for, really.
One of the most remarkable soloists of the night was my friend Harry. I had completely forgotten that he began playing piano maybe only two years ago... So he steps up, sits down, and plays a hauntingly sweet song that was not only beautiful, but fully expressive, completely expressive, as if he had endured some monumental pain and could only tell us in a way of which he desired to spare us. I was in tears by the end of it. I'm not sure if he felt that way, or saw his work in that way, cause I'm sure he left feeling very critical of himself, but it moved me. So many great performances tonight.
Then we got our Tri-M cords (pink!) as seniors, and got applauded and congratulated and all that.
Then we went out after the recital for dinner. Lots of fun. I will certainly miss these people.
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