#pumpkinthief

Another story, is Mr. Smith, our band teacher, gives us lectures and stuff in our study hall block. We walk in, the bell rings, attendance, announcements, so on, until he says he's going to perform for us. We all get hyped up, and he sits down with his trumpet. He sits there for exactly 4 minutes and 33 seconds. My friend Dawson laughed at the silence, and Cole almost coughed up a lung in the middle of it. He explains to us it was 4 Minutes and 33 Seconds by John Cage. The music aspect was the people coming in the doors, Dawson's laughing, Cole's lungs, Smith's sighing, our breathing, everything. It was really cool, actually.

nah screw it I'm going to play Bioshock 2 some more