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The group of supporters from Hillcrest on the arduous journey across campus to the Squires Recital Salon. I didn't really count, but I assume nobody got eaten by something dangerous like wolves or Pritchard residents.
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This is only one half of the fairly strong Hillcrustacean showing at the event.
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At least one of our Wills is clearly excited to be here.
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The stage was set, and the crowd waited patiently and read their programs with bated breath.
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Yay, David. Wooh, yeah.
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Play that cello, mmm hmm. I'd talk more about the music but I am completely unqualified to do so and also don't recall the names of the pieces he played.
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Check out that intense look on his face.
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Then, after a short break he returned with accompaniment on the piano.
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These pictures really don't do the event justice. Fortunately, Julia made some recordings. They're online in her filebox account here:
Oops, never mind. She took them off for more storage space.
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Turn that page, music score guy!
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Keep going strong through the finish, David.
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[Applause]
The applause lasted so long that David went on ahead and did an encore.
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He was simply a blur.
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And now, for the most important part of the performance: The part where he tells us all where the reception is.
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Mingle, everybody.
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You call that mingling? I said MINGLE, people! Mingle like you mean it!
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Ooh, cookies! Musical shaped cookies! Cookies shaped like cellos, even.
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Congratulations, David.
You drink that orange soda. YOU earned it.
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