the grand finale

mr. teacherpants last concert

I likes me a good foot tappin’

Really, there are few things that sustain pleasure like things that make my body move involuntarily.

Last night at the high school was the heroic band teachers’ finale. After years of award winning, dedicated service he was going to start collecting a pension and substitute teaching.

It was a glorious night for double dippers everywhere.

The culmination of the years work was a Led Zeppelin medley. Initially, the students were hesitant. They were listening to each other, their eyes darting from sheet music to their beloved teacher conducting them.

Over time, they began to hear each other. Their confidence grew. The music popped with power and punch.

While all eyes were on the band, mine were on their feet.

As they played, many tapped. Some tapped while waiting to lift their flutes for Robert Plants’ vocal line in The Immigrant Song. Others lifted their feet with such vigour, it was as though they were on summer vacation already and pumping up an air mattress.

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