Last month, my band teacher told our jazz band about a show we had to perform at. It was at the new Save-on-Foods Memorial Arena for the finals of the World Curling Championships. First off, what a tasteless name, the Save-on-Foods arena, and secondly, I dislike curling, because I bumped my head once curling. My first thought when we were told about the concert, was "the arena will not be ready". The arena was suppose …showed first 75 words of 551 total…

…showed last 75 words of 551 total…pretty full, and I hate to admit it, but I was staring to enjoy myself, even though it was 8:30 in the morning. As we played more songs, I started to enjoy myself more. Finally at the end of the show, I started to have some fun. However, I was soon brought back to reality by the slow game of curling, and I soon left the arena to go home and catch some much needed sleep.