Richelle Dunn explained, "We went to a concert and sang and danced with the performers until our voices were hoarse."
Hearing the raspiness in Richelle's voice, Roy Lewis felt both worried and helpless, "Why do you guys…"
Tiffany rushed over, "Daddy, the concert was so much fun! The guys playing guitars with a 'thrum thrum thrum,' and the drummers with their long hair swaying with each beat — they were incredibly cool."
Roy Lewis knew that Richelle had planned to take the children to a concert.
What he had imagined was a classy event at the Grand Theatre, where violinists and other musicians collaborated to produce beautiful music. He envisioned the audience sitting in comfortable seats, dressed in formal attire, enrapt in the mellifluous symphony, their breaths barely audible in the air-conditioned room.
