Dear juniors,

I don't know if you read this blog anymore - if you do, please spread this.

We went through this two years ago; we know how awful it feels right now. But it will pass, and you'll see the rainbows after the rain. Why are you in SYF? Why did you cry yesterday?

Because you love this band. Because you care for this band, and you want the very best for this band. Because you want other people to see this band the way you see it. Let me tell you this now: The measure of a band is not what it gets for SYF. The measure of a band is how much people enjoy your music; The measure of a band is how much you, the player, enjoy playing in it; The measure of a band is how far you've come and how much heart you put into your playing. And to us, you are the best band, ever.

Don't cry, and don't say sorry. Don't ever, ever apologize to us, because you did your very best and you played wonderfully, and everyone who matters knows that. We don't care what you got. We care that because of one word, because of a little, stupid label, you can forget all the hard work that you've put in the past two years. Above all always remember that feeling of playing good music. Do you remember that Thursday's rehearsal and how well you played? That is the most important thing.

We are proud of you, and we love you. You have come so far; be proud of yourself. Be proud that everyone in this band cared enough to put in their very best and worked together to be who you are today. Now, you don't just belong to the band; because of all the work and tears you've put in, this band belongs to you as well. What is a title? Nothing. What is all that you've gotten from all of this hard work and all the feelings put in? Friendship, satisfaction, a better band: All worth much more than judgment from anyone else.

Remember: This is our band, and as far as anyone who matters is concerned, DHSSB has won the war. No regrets, because you have every right to play with your heads held high.

Love, Si Hui.