When I was in high school, my youth orchestra played the last movement of the Hanson ‘Romantic’ Symphony one time, and I think Procession of the Sardar at some point. What we didn’t do was play a totally engaging Sibelius 5 at Lincoln Fucking Center in New York. Plus, they’re from Carmel, Indiana, so you know at least ten of these kids are automatic from three-point range.
This is why amateur performances can be rewarding: those bastards look like they’re having a great time, and they’re playing with tremendous energy. That’s a great foundation for kick-ass music-making, but it gets lost sometimes. Props to them for playing their asses off and making an alcoholic Scandinavian in Heaven proud.