I wonder if this will be Trevor's last band concert. Mine was back in the 8th grade, although I didn't realize it at the time. While I have sung in the church choir and one folk song trio at the Metacafe, spring of my senior year was my last choir concert and musical production ... so far.
I'm trying to not get too melancholy about the significance of this concert. It's already so strange knowing that Trevor is graduating next week. I have certainly been in a contemplative mood (although the cold euphoria might be helping that along).
The end of high school certainly brings about a lot of last times for one thing or another (it was the last time I saw a number of people I cared about at the time). However, it also brings about a great deal of first times as well. It can be sad to come to the endings of things, but it can also bring joy and anticipation for the events to follow.