Every year, our church has a fish fry on the Friday before Good Friday. Every year until 2 years ago, my dad and his trio played jazz music at the fish fry. Last year the trio’s singer moved away, so there was no music. But this year, Aaron was taking bass and I was learning drums, so my dad thought “Hey, why don’t we play at the fish fry?” So my dad asked us if we wanted to and we said, “Sure, why not?” He then recruited 2 of our friends from church as a horn section and asked Aaron’s teacher and mine if they could teach us some jazz stuff. They said yes, and proceeded to teach us jazz. 
    After a week or so of learning jazz, the five of us (my dad, Aaron, our 2 friends, and I) got together for a rehearsal. We had one more rehearsal missing a horn player, and then just the family practiced because the members of the band couldn’t line up their schedules very much (even among the family). 
    On the day of the performance, we showed up early to practice once more. Then, finally, we started playing for the people who were eating and chatting happily away. And, thank goodness, we didn’t mess up (or, at least the audience didn’t notice) and the audience loved it. It was the first gig for everyone, (other than Dad) and everyone had fun. Pictures will be posted in a later entry.

p.s. This post passes the 90-entry mark! Go Hernandi!