Last night was the lantern parade. I marched with the band, playing my flute. Great fun. And then it ended. I realised something–we’d forgotten to arrange a meeting place with my family. Oh great.
I couldn’t see them anywhere, so I went and sat out the front of the library, holding my flute. I thought it was sensible. I’m a bookish person (you’ve probably noticed) and the library used to be the meeting place after my lessons. It was a great thought. Only my parents didn’t have the same one.
So I sat there, wondering what to do if they didn’t come. (I didn’t have a phone, you see. Or a warm jacket. I’d been marching.) I got a bit cold. And more than slightly worried. Eventually I started considering the August Rush thing and playing my flute, hoping my parents would hear it (they had to be in the area) and recognize the song. Turns out had I done that, they might have found me sooner. I felt too self concious to do that, anyway. And you need a permit to busk. (Strictly speaking, it wouldn’t have been busking, but all the same.)
In the end one of the girls from school walked by, and I was able to get to use a phone to call home (because I didn’t know what Dad’s number is) so at home Cait called Dad and eventually it all turned out fine.
Still, I didn’t think that sort of thing was possible where we live.