My right side is smashed against the window and Julia is pressed up against my left. In the other side of Julia is Anna, all three of us squeezed into one seat. Everyone is crammed uncomfortably in a seat, instrument in hand. It’s so loud I can barely hear myself think. There are nearly 91 kids, plus instruments, packed into the bus. I can’t wait until we make it to festival, until we can all pour out of this crammed bus.