Last night was
4B's and
Tishoo's BYU Symphonic Band Concert and it was hot! I mean they were were smokin'! I mean, they started the place on FIRE. Literally.
Well, okay, not literally, but kind of. After ditching the two youngest kids, I drove
bnlfan_1, Scout and N,
elle_cosette, and
mzford to Provo, which was a nice drive. Thankfully the freeways were pretty clear the whole way. Huzzah for car pool lanes!
They played their first song which was a really nice typical symphonic band piece... then they played something else by some guy who had the audacity to be born in 1971 and be writing music (aren't composers supposed to be long dead?) which they followed by this same guy's amazing piece called "
Ghost Train". It was so cool. We were in the nosebleeds so we had a bird's eye view of the percussionists who were having a blast using all their toys (I loved the bass drummer who was practically lying on his drum). Just as they were finishing the song, we noticed flashes of light, like someone was taking pictures. We looked around to see who was being so concert-etiquette-ly incorrect when we noticed it was coming from the fire alarms. We could hear the fire alarms but the band clearly could not. They kept building the sound of the Ghost Train barreling down the tracks, closer and closer until in a climax of choo-choo-ing and whoo-whoo-ing... then silence. The conductor held his hands up in the air in an act of approbation. We, the audience, were on the edge of our seats, both with applause for the magnificent piece they just finished, and the flashing fire alarm. Just then a recorded voice said, "Please exit the building." The faces of the band was priceless as they realized the beeping was NOT a percussion sound they had not previously noticed, but rather a full-fledged fire alarm. A collective breath from the audience was followed by a huge round of applause as everyone rushed to the exits. The entire HFAC was evacuated. It was a false alarm, BTW. We met up with 4B and Tishoo, and visited for a few minutes. We got to see
weezerfreakzoid. She looks 5000 times improved from the last time we saw her at the family party. Thank goodness, poor thing.
4B took
bnlfan_1 and Scout to check out the
Harold B. Lee Library. They were overwhelmed with the promise of all that written word. It was funny. They were a bit light-headed, even. They rode the elevator, quoting Ministry of Magic announcements. Then we took 4B home to his apartment and stopped at the
BYU Creamery to get some milk for 4B and, of course, ice cream. Yumm. It was a 5 hour ordeal for 15 minutes of music, but it was worth it.
