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Sunday, April 20, 2008
Might as well write about the event I had to go to. I talked to Mr. Watson sometime this last week to ask him when and where it was, seeing as I had never gotten the letter containing the dates of the concerts and crap. He said it was at the Rose Wagner hall at 7:00, but I should be there at 6:45. Today, at about 5:30, I started panicking about whether he was just pulling my leg about the place, because it seemed too nice for our orchestra to play there. I was worried I'd show up, clad in all black carrying a large, cased instrument only to discover there was no concert, or at least no concert with me in it. I'd go to school and get upset at Watson, and he'd say "What, you actually believed that?" Worried, I confronted my mom, and she said to call a girl in my section. I did, and her mom answered. When I asked her if Sarah was there, she said she was already at the concert, because we were supposed to be there at 5. I thanked her, hung up, and freaked out. We got there at about 6:30, and I practiced with my orchestra. Turns out the concert tonight actually had all three orchestras in the group playing, and at the end we were going to play two pieces together, one of which I had never received. The two pieces were actually really pretty, and I stand partnered with a guy from the older group. He actually went to my junior high when I was in seventh grade, and he's the older brother of Christian, who's in my school orchestra. Speaking of Christian, he said that my dad had the most awesome hair ever. When I asked him how he knew who my dad was, he said that it was because he was with my mom. I asked him how he knew who my mom was, he said it was cause she was the only Asian woman in the room(which is hard to believe). I asked him how he knew my mom was Asian, and he said he just did. Odd. Anyways, I asked him why he thought my dad's hair is awesome, and he said something about it being a comb over. I have no idea why anyone would ever think that's awesome. It's not even a comb over, my dad's not bald enough to be... fortunate enough to have one.... Odder. |
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❝ The only excuse for making a useless thing
is that one enjoys it immensely;
All art is useless. ❞
