The next day at school Elaine tried talking to me.  "Hi," She said, running up alongside me, "How was your first night with your grandparents?"

"It was fine, I guess." I answered dully.  "Look, I have to go to class-"

"We're in the same class, remember?" Elaine teased, smiling.

"Oh yeah."  Unfortunately, I thought.  Elaine seemed to have gotten over our little dispute from yesterday, but I hadn't.  I did not understand why she got mad at me.  What did I even do wrong?  I stormed off to Mr. Walmsley's music class bitterly, Elaine tagging along behind me as if nothing had ever happened.

Mr. Walmsley was in a cheery mood, humming Christmas songs as he entered the classroom.  "I have the sheet music for Silent Night and Hannukah blessings, ladies and gentlemen!" he announced, "Who's excited to get playing?"

Everyone cheered.  Everyone but me, that is.  It was partly because of Elaine, and partly because I was dreading the day of the concert.  I was hoping something could happen to make my grandparents not attend.  Mr. Walmsley began handing out the music, and I turned to the trombonist sitting beside me, Addison.  Normally I would go to Elaine for advice, but you know...  Besides, Addison and I were good friends too.  "Hey, I have a problem!" I whispered to Addison.

"Hm?  What is it?" Addison asked.

"Both sets of my grandparents are staying for the week and they are both super religious," I explained, "And I'm nervous because they will definitely fight over the song selection for the concert."

Addison frowned and said, "Hm,"

"What should I do?"

Addison tapped her chin and thought for a moment.  Then she suggested, "Why don't you just not tell them?  Just say you have a late band rehearsal or something and go play at the concert then go home.  They don't need to find out."

"I'm not sure," I replied, "wouldn't that be lying?"  To be honest, I hate lying.  It always gives me a sick feeling in my stomach.  I lied once to my parents about a bad mark I got on a test, and when they found out they grounded me for three weeks!   Addison merely shrugged and said, "That's the only idea I've got, so..."  She then pulled out her instrument and began warming up on some scales.  

I pondered the idea throughout music class.  Could I just say I forgot to tell my parents?  I was kind of hoping I would forget about the concert, so then I'd have a reason why I didn't tell them.  But as soon as you try to forget something it sticks to you like glue.  And I guess I should take into consideration my parents' feelings about this too.  They would be crushed if they found out I didn't want them to go.  But, the other side of me thought, they didn't take into consideration your feelings about the grandparents coming over.  Ever.

And so I concluded that I would not tell anyone in my family about the concert.