We'll all be little puddles...

Yesterday was my last concert of this school year and all i gotta say is: I'm so glad it's over!!!! It felt like it was 125 degrees on that stupid stage under tons of lights with tons of people in the room, wearing thick wool robes and 80 degree weather going on outside. It was terrible. I could feel the sweat roll down my back and arms and even my legs. Ugh, we could see each other sweating like it was in slow motion. Even Nesta had a drop of sweat clinging to the tip of his nose (any sane person would have stopped playing the piano for 2 seconds to wipe it off, but not Nesta). Nissa (I know i can't spell her name right for some reason) was standing beside me and her phone kept buzzing in her sweaty pocket. At one point she had to go to the bathroom and i immediately said, "don't you dare do it here! It'll get all over my feet!" and she said, "You wouldn't know the difference, what with the puddles of sweat around everyone." she had a point.
All in all, Nesta talked too much as always, though this time he had a slide show going and there were way too many songs to go through. I liked some of the songs this time around, though it seemed like almost all of them had something to do with Christianity which was frustrating. I know I'm not the only one who wants to shout in his face that we're not all Christians. But i entertained myself with misheard lyrics from when i first heard the songs: He's my father! And my Sista! Lift his ho!