Outside, buses continuously arrive disgorging their boisterous teenage passengers into the courtyard. This mass of adolescent humanity steal clandestine measures of each other as they move into the hall and jockey for front row seats. The noise level is close to ear-splitting. Roger and I sit in the audience stunned by the scene unfolding around us.
NET Team Band members (l. to r.) Emily, Laura, Becca and Mario
are cheered on by Mickenzie.
A music concert about to begin you may think?
“We are chaperoning this group for the weekend?” Roger asks incredulously. All I can muster is a catatonic nod.