Open mic is one of my favorite events at Groton. Gammons Recital Hall fills up, and students (and faculty—more on that later) sing, play guitar or piano, read poetry, rap, and dance. It’s such a supportive atmosphere.
I love music, but I’m not naturally talented. I’ve played guitar for six years, and I’ve come a long way since I started taking voice lessons when I got to Groton in Fourth Form. Regardless of whether I’m off key, the audience always claps and cheers.
Friday night was no exception. I sang an original that basically says that I love music even though I’m not destined for any hall of fame. The crowd was smiling, and one of my teachers told me he loved it, and I love this opportunity for artists of all genres and levels to get up in front of an audience.
At the end, one of our history teachers brought some students up to sing “Wagon Wheel.” I am a shameless fan of country music, yet that song always drives me nuts. But when everyone started singing along, I pulled out my phone to record the moment. I knew that from that point on, “Wagon Wheel” would remind me of this community, these people, and the hot Friday nights under the Gammons lights.