Dear Diary,
On the 22nd of April 2013, I went to the Royal Albert Hall! My whole year group(year 5) participated in a choir with other schools to sing in a concert at the Royal Albert Hall. I was supposed to go with them but I realised that the string orchestra I was in was supposed to play our own song called Battalia a10 composed by Biber and Proud accompanied with the choir singing along. I felt so proud!
I had to get there earlier than my school because I went separately with the string orchestra. We gathered at Chaucer Centre with our instruments and lunch with snacks and when everyone was there, Debra(a main leader of the string orchestra) led us to where our coach was waiting. It was really a secondary school bus but it was awesome! The four double basses and some bigger cellos were put into the back of the bus while some smaller cellos, medium-sized cellos and violins were kept with their owners, US! The coach was epic, it was like a plane because there were lights and that sort on the ceiling and seat belts with a small tray with a hole to put a cup that unfolds from the back of the chair in front of you. The journey took ages!
When we got there, we walked in from entrance 3 and walked through corridors. I thought we'd never reach dressing room 8, our own dressing room. As soon as we got in, we placed our instruments on some racks and found a space to sit and put our lunches. We were already dressed so we just sat and chatted, eating some tiny snacks.
We had a quick rehearsal in the actual hall on the actual stage! Then, we played Proud with the brass, woodwind and percussion orchestra. We went back, chatted, ate a few more snacks and tuned our instruments again to be ready.
It seemed an age until we met with the choir to rehearse. After that, we had our lunch and, finally, we got to the time. There was chatter everywhere as we tuned again and practised a few scales to warm up.
It was all dark when we went out to do the actual evening performance. I was scared, nervous, excited, can't-believe-it, happy, proud and a whole other mixture of feelings. When we finished, Ed, another string leader took us back to our dressing room to change tops. Then, he took me up loads of stairs and through loads of corridors back to my school part, who were located in sort of watching seats but right next to the stage. The next hour and a bit whizzed past and soon, I was in bed, sleeping.
