Concert today, kids! What fun, what crazy, ridiculous fun. We’ve gotta do that again. Except sadly, it’ll be the last year for… a lot of the people who were there tonight. Some good, good friends. That, for some of them was the last time I’ll ever perform with them. It’s a little saddening.
Turnout was okay, could have done with a lot more friendly faces, doncha know.
Pre-Concert: Hit up the mall with Steve, D’NA, Goldie, and so forth. (by that I mean Mike.) Uhh…. Didn’t really accomplish much. Food. DDR. Realized we’d somehow ended up with 14 credits. Had to use ALL of them. Every last one. And it wasn’t even real DDR! It was some weird bootleg THING (Yorkdale)
THERE’S A SEPHORA IN YORKDALE. I wish I hadn’t found that out, I’d been kind of getting used to the concept of having money. Tried a stain that I really liked, also tried a plumper (They don’t do poop for my lips, but I like that it brings blood flow making them redder, and I like the tingliness.) Except this one wasn’t TINGLY. this one was PAINFUL. Jeez! Like, I put it on, and it was nice and tingly and gentle. Forty seconds later:
“OW OW OW JAYSUS OW MY LIPS HURT”
“Get ____ to kiss them better.”
“Y’know what? Shut your teeth.”
Returned to the concert hall… much teenage girl-like behaviour. (A.K.A., rushing into the bathroom, giggling and gossiping while the boys stand outside and try to listen)
“You know what big instruments mean!”
“….big feet?”
“I dunno where I was going with that, but sure.”
Uhh…yeah. Lots of ridiculous things before the concert. Like all the sugar. And then randomly singing that song (”Sugar/*doot doot doo-doo doot doot*/Oh, Honey Honey!”) And Lewis being late “to scare us”. And Tony (headcheese!) the Tuning Fairy. And “BILLY? Where are you, Billy?” (Navid is one of the strangest people euphonium players I’ve ever met.) And…
“I think my arm just brushed against your…er…”
“Bosom?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you just smack her in the chest with your arm?”
“No, she tried to tackle me and they sort of hit me.”
“I’m SORRY, they get in the way of everything.”
“Don’t apologise, my arm enjoed it.”
Actual concert…… Quite good, I must say. A few discrepancies here and there, and some questionable gong solos “*BWOOOOOOOOSHHHHHHH*” and counting difficulties among the substitute percussionists, the orchestra stuff went really well. I did my crash cymbal thing well, I think 
My gong thing…? I was majorly weirded out. I was supposed to play, and then it goes into silence, so I did. AND THEN THEY APPLAUDED and it was just one big “WTF” moment.
Band… GOOD. You know your love the bassoon section, what with Leon singlehandedly owning the brass. (with my help, of course!) at the pesante. AND AND AND we FINALLY got that bit in Moorside! NAILED IT. Damn straight. Umm.. Hymnsong could have been better. Leon and I encountered mad SEATSTRAP DIFFICULTIES, what with the having to stand up and sit down instead of being allowed to do stage applause. I want a harness or a neckstrap. Dr. McConnel said I should join the orchestra next year on bassoon. =D
Post-concert adrenaline rush, ___ left before I could talk to him *grumble* Saw Shirley, saw Melissa, saw Eayden. DIDN’T SEE ANY WOBURN PEOPLE *glares*
But now I must sleep. Because… Oh, maybe I just won’t go to school tomorrow. It’s only an hour and a half.