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I should probably write about All-State, huh? Here goes. |
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To start off, in my three years in All-State Choir, our clinician this year was by far the worst. Dr. David N. Childs (our clinician) used some of the strangest techniques, and had absolutely NO CLUE what he was talking about. One of his "helpful" methods was to tell us to picture ourselves singing sharp, which had no positive effect on my singing whatsoever. If anything, it made me sing so out of tune that it did a major injustice to the beauty of the pieces. Now, let me begin with day one.
~~~~~~~~Day One~~~~~~~~
Okay, so I woke up on Thursday, eager to get on the road. I dressed myself lazily in my blue Aeropastle hoodie, a random pair of jeans that I pulled out of the mess I call a closet, and my black Converse. I halfway straigtened my unruly curls into lazy waves which I pulled into a low ponytail-bun at the base of my neck. Since my dad told his boss he would be late that day, he was going to take me. I kissed my mother goodbye (the lazy bum was still in bed) and dad and I left at about 6:10. I didn't have to be at the school parking lot until 6:30, so my dad took me to Hardee's to get some breakfast. I ended up just getting a sausage biscuit because if I eat too much early in the morning, I...well, let's just say that food tastes better going down than going up. *laughs* We arrived in the parking lot around 6:20, so I just sat in the truck with my dad and Mr. Moore (our school director) chatted with us for a few minutes. I was anxiously waiting for the apple of my eye, a boy names Drew Tuggle to arrive. Finally I saw him walking along the sidewalk towards the group that had already formed near Mr. Moore and Mr. and Mrs. Perry's cars. I leaned over, gave my dad a quick kiss on the cheek, and said, "Bye dad!". I was really excited. Mrs. Perry quickly recognized me as a student from Benjamin Davis/Gordon Bibb Elementary School. (She was the librarian for a few years) I was surprised that she found my face familiar after all these years. She put my luggage in Mr. Moore's car and shut the door. I kept glancing over at Drew, only to find that he didn't even notice me. *sigh* Ah, well. We departed after Racheal Caufield finally arrived. I swear, I had listened to every song on my mp3 player AT LEAST once. *laughs* We finally arrived in Birmingham and we stopped at an IHOP. Sadly, again Drew never even shot me a glance. Hunter Merril ended up sitting next to me, which was quite an experience to say the least. Among the subjects discussed were betting money on how much tabasco sauce Hunter chould chug (I bet 27 cents, and he actually took a spoonful of it. *laughs* ) Also, Sam and Chelsea were grossed out that HUnter ate his eggs nearly raw. I thought it was kinda funny. Iron stomach, ya know. We hit the road again, towards Sanford U. Mr. Moore went to register us, so the group of us waited on the entrance steps. I saw this emo kid with funny looking hair and glasses playing guitar, so I threw 50 cents at him. He never picked it up, and this little runt stole it. I shouted, "Hey, that was for the emo kid!" but no one heard me. We finally registered, and Stephenie's nametag was misspelled. It said "Stephanie" instead of "Stephenie". We went ot the General Assembly, same ole, same ole....Alabama, Star-Spangled Banner, blah...nothing special. We went to Reid Chapel, anxious to meet the infamous David Childs of "Prayer of St. Francis of Asissi" fame. Instead, we first met this really uptight lady with eyes that seemed to scream, "I'm on drugs, people!" I mean, her eyes...squinted and piercing, like that of a snake. I sat there in silence as she gave us a short bio on Mr. Childs. She even called him cute. (Ew. Just...ew.)We began working our pieces, and I instantly felt that "J'entends le Moulin" would be our hardest task. Most of the song is built around one simple, monotonous melody. And worse yet, it is a very addictive melody which stays drilled in my head even to this day. This song is basically: Same melody, different words every verse. Talk about difficult. Most of the girls in the choir hadn't even had it memorized (I hadn't either,so I can't complain, but some were using it at the last rehearsal. I mean REALLY! O.o) If you haven't figured this out yet, I am using this entry to b***h and whine. smile Anyway, after the rehearsal, we went to find Mr. Moore to go to lunch. We sat by the little golden man out in the courtyard thing for merely three seconds when we saw a little shiny bald head approaching. (sorry Mr. Moore. *laughs*) We left for the mall and Stephenie and I went to Hot Topic. I browsed around, and eventually settled on some pink shoelaces with black stars on them for my Converse. HT had the coolest Full Metal Alchemist merchandise. They had neat Vans with the snake-cross thing on them in red, the neatest hoodies for FMA...I was tempted to get one for Shantina, my best friend, but I wanted to eat.*laughs* I ended up getting in line in a Chinese place, just behimd Stephenie and her friend. I felt sorta left out of pretty much everything, but I tried my best not to show it as I longingly glanced over at Drew Tuggle and his buddies, and Racheal Caufield, and Emily Commiskey. Okay. I admit it. I was SO jealous. *tear* I ended up getting General Tso's Chicken for an extremely high price. *scoffs* I proceeded to look for a table to sit. I ended up sitting alone. *laughs* Yay. All by myself. Let's just say taking yourself out on a date to lunch is fun for about 15 seconds, until you look around and see that everyone else is sitting with at least one other person. Yeah. I glanced over at Drew's table. Girls were STILL sitting. Little green monster pops out in my mind. I try to control it. Yeah, lunch was a battle against myself basically. I went back to rehersal, basically it was the same. Yep, it WAS the same. *dies* After that rehearsal, we checked into our hotel. Stephenie ended up being listed into a room with a bunch of DHS girls, so we all said that we would smuggle her in inside a pillowcase, and she could sleep on the ironing board (which she actually tested out!) or the luggage rack. *laughs* We saw Hunter and Kirk out on the Garden Terrace from our hotel windows. We spied on them for about a minute, then Emily knocked on the window and Hunter looked up. He tapped Kirk on the shoulder and pointed at us. *laughs* so we went out. Hunter and Sam played a few songs on their guitars, and it was time to go to practice again. At this one, some of us tried out for solos. I tried out for the Soprano II solo, but I ended up not getting it, because my nerves made me go flat. Bad flat. Stephenie and Emily tried out for the soprano I solo, but neither of them got it. The solos ended up going to a really good Alto, a really pure-sounding soprano I, and a soprano II which, as Steph says, "has so much vibrato I could swim in it". After another boring rehearsal, We went to dinner at Applebee's. I ended up sitting OUT of Drew Tuggle's sight *tear* and I sat with Steph, Emily, and Steph's mopey friend. I thought about poking him, but I decided against it. We all (except the mopey guy) shared an appetizer order of quesadilas, and virgin strawberry daquiris. MMMM. ^_^. Emily told us all about how she could swear our clinician goes commando. She had 3/4 of the table laughing. That is, except for the mopey guy. He went off into the bathroom with this look on his face...(I caught a glimpse) I was worried. I nudged my head in his direction and I looked at Steph. She shrugged her shoulders. Something seemed...wrong. We left that table and crammed into the booth with Hunter and Kirk Averitt and Racheal. Again, Emily recounted her commando tale. We left Applebee's and about 4 minutes down the road to our hotels, Racheal remembers that she forgot her phone, so we go back and get it. Turns out it was in the booth BEHIND where she was sitting. *laughs* We went back to the hotel, and on our way up....I got a lapdance. Yeas, a lapdance in the elevator, people. O.o Kirk was directly in front of me and Drew was to my left in the corner. I said, "Kirk, this is as close as I EVER want to get to you." And he just backs right up and shakes his butt on me. In my peripheal vision, I saw Drew's face go: "O.o;" Mine did the same. *laughs* Oh well, Kirk has always been a man-whore. But he's a sweet man-whore. And if you are reading this, Kirk, don't ever change, I love ya buddy! (but not like that) *laughs* All of debated who would take showers first. It ended up that Steph and I would take ours in the morning, so Chelsea set her phone for me for 5:45. We got in our PJ's and were watching the History Channel, the most strange events or some show like that. I heard a knock, so I went to the main door. I opened it, and no one was there, just this mean-looking lady sitting in the hallway. No sooner had I heard the knock again, that Emily had opened the side connecting door to the other room. It was some other SSA girls. Mr. Moore knocks on our door a few minutes later and barks at us that when we open doors, he calls parents, and blah, blah....So we did not open the door again. About 15 minutes later, the lights were out, and I was alseep in my dreams.
(DAYS TWO AND THREE COMING SOON!)
 [.Riku.Diku.] · Tue Mar 14, 2006 @ 10:48pm · 1 Comments |
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