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I felt like doing a weird title tonight.
So I had a band concert oh... three hours ago. It was nice. We had a huge (or rather small) party afterward that we all brought food for. I brought strawberries, because I'm cool like that.
The actual concert was actually pretty nice. We played two songs as a band then broke into duets, trios, solos, and one large group of like seven people. So the first two songs were good, and I could tell I screwed up on them but that's okay because it was fine. I really hope we don't have to play a song called "British Grenadiers" anymore, because our band teacher kept yelling at us for not playing it right (especially the trumpet player who couldn't play most of his solo about two weeks ago), yet I could probably play it with my eyes closed a week or so ago. I think it's really annoying how other people get corrected on stuff, but no one ever corrects me on anything.
Which brings me to my duet with him. It went nice, we had it down rather well. I did at least, I don't know about him. He sounded fine when he rehersed it, when we weren't fighting and he was laughing for absolutely no reason. I swear, I have this horrible idea that he's going to come out the day that I do and he'll want to be... But that's okay, because no matter how many times people say it, I'm rather sure it's not true. Anyway, we played it fine. Minor mistakes, I remembered to play A natural which I'd been reminding myself all the way to the school earlier. And ya... Afterwards, people kept saying, "Oh good job! Good job!" which bugs me. In class, my teacher would have us play our ensembles for the rest of everyone, and whenever he and I did our duet she would tell him what he was doing wrong, and then the first few times I think she might have said good job to me, but then it just turned into me doing things to help him be better. Maybe I should just pretend I forgot how to play one day and see where that gets me. Haha..
Oh ya, and then late my mom was talking to me and asked "Who was that trombone you you played with?" And I said, "Will.." And she said, "Well Will could use some help. Not that other people couldn't..." or something to that extent, making it not sounding like such an insult at the end. I was thinking, "Woah! My mom just dissed Will! HAHA!" But she said I was great. I dunno if that's just that thing that parents have to do for their kids, but it kinda made me feel good. Not like she'd told me twenty times earlier...
Tonight was nice though, because for the first time I actually had a friend. And I have proof! It's always annoying when I can't tell if we're just being nice to each other or if we're friends...
So there's this percussionist, Dani, and I started to hang around with her and a few others one day just kinda.. because I was sitting near them I guess. And tonight I was hanging around with Dani because she's like my only real friend besides Josie who doesn't talk to me in band. Josie was wearing a really funny shirt today, I just have to say.. It had like little things sticking out at the shoulders. Anyway, we were standing by the soda and Dan was standing there and talking to Dani, and he eventually said, "So are you two good friends now or what?" And I just kinda stood there because I'm really not good at this stuff, but she was like, "Ya." and said something else, and we talked about the day I passed notes for her because we were watching a boring movie instead of playing. So that was pretty cool.
Well, I'm starting to feel sick and I have to get notes done. I wonder if I can fake being sick tomorrow and not go to school... That'd be wonderful, ******** wonderful...
Arancia · Thu Mar 23, 2006 @ 06:09am · 0 Comments |
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