I wore a dress to the concert. With my boots. I had looked in the mirror before the concert, making several internal jokes about how ridiculous I looked, before shrugging, and deciding to make the excuse that there was nearly a foot of snow outside.
When I arrived at the school auditorium, I briefly wondered if I had come to the wrong place. Hardly a soul was there. Only me and a few parents. I sat down towards the back.
The choir came on, shortly after I arrived. They were wearing bulky and uncomfortable robes and sashes, with black shoes, so they all looked "uniform".
They sang several songs. Choir arrangements of your typical Christmas songs, as well as some more obscure pieces for the "sacred" part of the concert.
I let the music wash over me, my eyes never straying from Elsa.
She looked beautiful. The light blue highlights seemed to shine under the stage lights, flickering whenever she moved.
I stared at her the entire time.