Music Class : Guitar Lessons

Name: Music Class : Guitar Lessons
Start: 2026-02-08T06:30:00-08:00
End: 2026-02-08T08:30:00-08:00
Location: Columtreal University

February 8 @ 6:30 am - 8:30 am

(This is a come and meet your teacher moment.)

Mr. Morningstar is a Music/Dance Instructor

All his classes shall be on training a skill on a instrument or dance. Come meet up at the Columtreal University on the 2nd floor for the class.

Class today: Violin Lessons

Time: 8am – 930pm SLT

(gildedcage.serenade If you need to contact me)

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(there shall be a big event coming up, Where the students will put on a a concert with the instruments they learned on a day after this.)

Details

Date: February 8
Time:
6:30 am - 8:30 am
Event Category: Columtreal
Event Tags:Campus, Columtreal, University

Venue

Columtreal University

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Music Class : Guitar Lessons

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