Bellas Artes

On Friday the school choir, of which I am part (otherwise I wouldn't be posting this, duh) went to Bellas Artes to sing. See, there's a contest every year of Canción Popular Mexicana, where choirs from different schools sing mexican songs; there's a bunch of levels, although the Bellas Artes one's just a presentation.
In years before there were silver medals for every single student of every single choir. And now? Now they're made out of tin. Tin! And they used to come in a special box. Now, they're stung on a piece of ribbon that's about two pesos per meter. And the whole silver medal thing was only like two years ago, maybe even one. Also, there used to be pretty designs on them, and now they're stamped with an ugly thing that says "9° encuentro de la Canción Popular Mexicana", except it's hard to tell, because the 9 looks like a 4.
But apart from the whole cheap, worthless medal incident, the whole thing was quite nice.
Also, funny incident:
There was a program set that had everything timed, for example, "Welcome: 3 min.", "Esc. José María Morelos y Pavón: 3.5 min." or something like that. Our song ("El pastor") is three and a half minutes long, and that's what was on the program... except what we didn't tell them is that we were going to sing another song ("Despierta") .. teehee.
So we're on the stage, sing our first song, and at the end everyone claps. Then, after three seconds, the music teacher starts playing "Despierta", and you can almost hear everybody thinking, "Huh?". Then we finish, or so everyone thinks, but it was a false ending, har har! In the middle of the clapping we resume singing. Then we end again... also false. Clapping, and... the curtain guy apparently decided to seize his chance and starts lowering the curtain, just as we begin singing again. He realizes his mistake and lowers the curtain more and more slowly so that it hit the ground at exactly (and I mean exactly) the same time as we finished for real. And also, half the choir burst into giggles (the other half was going "Hey, the curtain!").

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Isabel, my sister, would like you all to know that she is sad and had a bad day because she thought she was going to play ice hockey all week and she even got new shin pads "because the other ones were all sucky and old and stinky" and now she won't get to go to the ice hockey clinic.