We had our first band practice after school. We met in Travis' garage. It was mostly ok. Skip was showing off. Then Travis started messing with the garage door or something. It came down the track on George's shoulder. He said he was fine but we took him to the hospital anyway. I got to drive the Trans Am. George said it was the first time he's been to the emergency room for a couple years.
The doctor says George will be fine. That he should take it easy for awhile. He should still be able to make the talent show. That's good.
