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...i'm a frayed knot! 4-28-'o1: 1:07pm phew. i survived the last few days without having a coronary. my nerves are still, for the most part, intact. at little frayed at the edges. but i can pass as composed. thursday night we had a late rehersal. and it ended up going even later as we realized that we didn't have a copy of the score for contest. i think we called every string instrument player in the tri-cities area looking for it. we figured that since it was an "old war horse" of the string quartet genere, that someone would have it. seems logical, right? logic has no place in this however. the closest we got was "well, i have the other four, but not that one." holy geez. the reason we didn't have it was somewhat excusable...my private teacher was supposed to get it to one of us but her father in law ended up passing away, causing her to leave town quickly with no notice to us. eventually, after i laid on the floor of becca's living room, laughing and creating inside joke after inside joke [ "i love band!!!" "WHO'S BAND?!" ] and showing them my best stupid human trick and watching them fail as the try to do it [ lay on your stomach, grab your legs with your hands so you're in a circle, and roll. i've met one other person who can do this, but no one who can do it as well as i can ]...well, we decided that the best thing to do would be to go out to kinkos and make copies of each individual part. by then it was 11, and we were all extremely tired. i looked like i'd been run over by a bus. there was a ligntning storm going on over the washington/oregon border...we assumed it was a bad omen. so i get home at 11:30 or so, and stupidly decide to stay up and talk to taco. when i wake up at 4:30 that same morning after going to bed at 1:30, i feel like someone ran over me with a bus. to make matters worse, we get to school and lane asks us if we've filled out our sheet. what sheet? he never gave any of us a sheet. as we load, we run around like chickens with our heads cut off trying to find a replacement. we end up copying one of the solo ones and whiting out the other names. i left the school feeling very frustrated and stressed, indeed. and having to ride the bus didn't make me feel any better. so we get so sweet toilet university once again, and by then i'm just ready to get everything over with. we go into the room and who is announcing us but the guy from the orchestra festival, who announced the beginning groups in a terrible british accent and butchered the title of one of our pieces. i almost asked him if he'd announce us in his lovely accent...but decided that would be unprofessional of me. we play, we leave, we get dressed, have lunch. i spilt a whole ton of mello yello on the table, and when i was wiping it up, it dripped off the table onto my head. so i spent the day with a sticky mess of mello yello in my hair...it was just lovely. eventually, we played with the percussion ensemble. i didn't appreciate that the people running things were a tad rude to us...but we dealt with it. we set up, we played, we left. i'd say "we came, we saw, we conquered", but unfortunately, neither of the groups ended up placing. suckage. and today was the lawn edging. lovely. i woke up and it was cloudy...which was just super. and windy. i find it hilarious that it was sunny adn warm for like three days straight and then, when i finally get the chance to work outside, it's overcast and cold. it cleared up as soon as we were done, too. you win some, you lose some. it was cool, though. i got dirty. i'll have to post some indy pictures once i'm on my own computer. i cant re-size them here. sarah baugh posted some good ones. anyway...i have to leave for my gig in about half an hour so i better go make sure i'm dressed properly. i'm like a wineglass that just hit the floor. a lot of energy, but a lot of pieces and sharp noise. ←/ b a c k w a r d / f o r w a r d /→ |
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