My host sister is in Nagisa's orchestra club. They meet every day, practicing for hours at a time. As an avid music lover, I was excited to see what they had in store for us. I was not disappointed.
The concert was composed of several middle and high schools from the Hiroshima area - each performed a song or two. Each song was incredibly long, intricate, and performed perfectly. As a previous bass player in a middle school orchestra, they put our performances to shame. Not once did I grow bored of the music - each song would grow intense, then soft, then liven up at a perfect pace. Had I not known who was playing, I would have assumed it was a professional orchestra.
After the performance, my family went to a conveyer belt sushi restaurant, and I admittedly ate much more sushi than I should have (what can I say - when in Rome, or, in this case, Japan). Throughout the night, I ignored the looming fact that I would have to leave tomorrow. It was not until we had got home and I got out of the ofuro (Japanese-style bath) that I was able to thank my family properly. We were all sad I had to leave, but we laughed nonetheless. This wasn't a time to be sad - it was a time to look back and be happy about what happened. We all made memories we will not soon forget.
The concert was composed of several middle and high schools from the Hiroshima area - each performed a song or two. Each song was incredibly long, intricate, and performed perfectly. As a previous bass player in a middle school orchestra, they put our performances to shame. Not once did I grow bored of the music - each song would grow intense, then soft, then liven up at a perfect pace. Had I not known who was playing, I would have assumed it was a professional orchestra.
After the performance, my family went to a conveyer belt sushi restaurant, and I admittedly ate much more sushi than I should have (what can I say - when in Rome, or, in this case, Japan). Throughout the night, I ignored the looming fact that I would have to leave tomorrow. It was not until we had got home and I got out of the ofuro (Japanese-style bath) that I was able to thank my family properly. We were all sad I had to leave, but we laughed nonetheless. This wasn't a time to be sad - it was a time to look back and be happy about what happened. We all made memories we will not soon forget.
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