Standing behind the dark red curtain.
Holding my nylon stringed guitar.
We know each song to play, that is certain.
Practice and practice, we have come so far.
This is the final time I will be here.
On stage with my favorite class.
Stepping out to the crowd, I still have fear.
Finding my chair is a pain in the ass.
Of course, I’m at the opposite end.
It has been the same since year one of this.
In the second row, behind my friend.
We play and play, not one note missed.
The last note rings out and we all stand.
This will forever be my favorite band.