Nervous, body a tremble, loud rowdy high-schoolers surrounding two solemn ones. An audition that decides the world for the next three months of my life, and shapes a goal for the next two years after that.
Shaky and trembling i walk to are student teacher and check in, as i wait for the escort aq friendly face appears around the corner, my breath is sofented and my lungs replenish, after a maze of stairs i am called to sing, a request from executioneers, 3, with pen and papper to be there weapon. I sing, and fumble, but recover on rock, i trip and stumble but catch myself well. I walk out defeated, almost worst for ware, but my heart is still beating as i leave the lion's den. The other singer did pass his lion's as well, and next was the beasts of different worlds.
First in line to fight the enemy i report again to are student teacher, my voice is small and my mind is humbled, i walk to a room lead by a younger guide. As i walk in the room and the dread cord plays thoughts run through my head of do's and so's and how high this key is. I begin t practice only to be stopped and told,"That is not your part, i forgot to change them come back in plaese." My mood is broken and my mind falls apart as the on lookers watch me leave the room. At a few choice words from the young girls coworkers i return to a diferent key with the same notes in my face.
I start and i stop and i can not see, my body starts to shake as i can not breath, i stop and stop and stopp, taking the one point deduction so long as i get everything right. After stumbling over a couple of notes, i emerge a little fearful of an axe to fall and take a huge sigh.
Led to a room filled with singers of all creeds and backgrounds noise floods my ears, Altos and Soppranos are complaining of there Sightreading and i chime in As Jon, my teammate here, walks through the door in the same mood. We all vent to the dreggs and wait for release, we drive home in hate, malice solemnness filling the car.
I arrive home and i sit down and lay still being emotionless because it feels so sareal. As i drosaly fall asleep a thought in my mind awakes, 'go check the website and see the stakes.' With draggin feet to guide i walk to my post, late as midnight and check the roasts. My grades are ok and my teachers are fine, as i come to Choir, a heavy sigh, the link opens a word file and loads in hatred forever. As it pop's up with great joy an relaif Cooksey's words are written in breif.
"PRE AREA RESULTS
Congratulations to the following choir members that will continue on to the final audition for the Texas ALL STATE choir!!!!!!
Jon Hull
Richard Shehulski
Ohhhhhhh Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
With a gasp and a choke and a quiver in my brain i begin to exclaim and proclaim my love for this horriably frightening game.
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