CWatson
Not in a band.
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I had a lot of fun today.
A few months ago I had a brainstorm on a new song for the church I go to, and today I finally got the right crew together to record a decent version of it. Of course, this effort was plagued by massive inefficiencies in teaching music (which I'm bad at), and technical difficulties when either my MBox or my external hard drive decided it didn't want to co-operate. We squeezed by just under the wire, and if we'd had even ten minutes more we could've made it sound a fair bit better.
Then I went to my friend's graduation recital. I was five minutes late. But she sounded good. And most of my friends from the vocal band I'm in were there (which is unsurprising, as she's best friends with one of them and dating another).
Then I went to get dinner at Togo's. Standing in line took up 20 of my dinner break's 30 minutes. Then the remaining members of the vocal band arrived and we rehearsed.
Then my other friend's graduation recital happened. He's a member of the band and wrote some of our arrangements, so we sang there as a showcase. Then we dashed off because the we had also been asked to sing at the university's Drag Show, and the recital ended about 30 minutes before we had to be ready--fully rehearsed, and (perhaps more pertinently) fully dressed.
I had to borrow a dress from my mom. It made me feel like I was in Oregon Trail. Thankfully, though, two of the girls brought a lot of extra dresses, and I borrowed one. I was told by its owner that I looked better in it than she (the owner) herself did. (That was definitely a first for me.) Then we rehearsed at high speed, and then hung around--because we weren't the only a cappella group, the new all-female group had also been brought in. It was their first performance, and they asked me to write them a version of I Kissed A Girl just for the show. I was happy to oblige, especially since they paid me. (Come to think of it, they still owe me $20 of it. They said they'd get it to me today, but one of their friends got puking drunk before the show even started and they were preoccupied.) They did a good job from a technical standpoint, but the song had no attitude, which is a mistake under any circumstances but especially when trying to sing a song which depends solely on sex to sell itself. (I'll have to drop them some hints.)
Then my group went on and we brought the house down; it's what we do. (What we lack in talent we make up for in popularity; we're two years older, more exposed and more talented.) Then I chilled with a few of them over food for over an hour. Then I drove home.
It's blessedly quiet here, which is nice after 11 hours of non-stop music, friends and chaos. But it's also dreadfully silent here. And I can't help feeling like there should be someone else's voice in the room, someone else's breath against my own. A shoulder to lean against, clean flowery hair to smell. A back to curl up against in the night, a breast to cup without either of us noticing I'm doing it. A smile and a whisper and warmth that will still be there in the morning.
I'm tired of being alone, and I'm tired of being prospectless, and I'm tired of being hopeless. But on Thursday my band had another concert--a full-blown one, just us and nobody else--and for the first time we performed a song that I wrote, completely original. It was about unrequited love, about being in that uncertain place where you know you need to make your feelings clear but haven't been able to yet. And it was a lot easier to write than I like to admit.
The sun will come out tomorrow. That is the hope we hold in our hearts. But, in actuality, I'm told that the weather report predicts rain.
(Oh, and, a lot of boardies have been coming onto me lately. They never seem to notice the disclaimer that the girl in my AV is not me--in fact, more of them have PM'd me after I put it there. One just hit me up who has 0 posts to his name. Good times.)
A few months ago I had a brainstorm on a new song for the church I go to, and today I finally got the right crew together to record a decent version of it. Of course, this effort was plagued by massive inefficiencies in teaching music (which I'm bad at), and technical difficulties when either my MBox or my external hard drive decided it didn't want to co-operate. We squeezed by just under the wire, and if we'd had even ten minutes more we could've made it sound a fair bit better.
Then I went to my friend's graduation recital. I was five minutes late. But she sounded good. And most of my friends from the vocal band I'm in were there (which is unsurprising, as she's best friends with one of them and dating another).
Then I went to get dinner at Togo's. Standing in line took up 20 of my dinner break's 30 minutes. Then the remaining members of the vocal band arrived and we rehearsed.
Then my other friend's graduation recital happened. He's a member of the band and wrote some of our arrangements, so we sang there as a showcase. Then we dashed off because the we had also been asked to sing at the university's Drag Show, and the recital ended about 30 minutes before we had to be ready--fully rehearsed, and (perhaps more pertinently) fully dressed.
I had to borrow a dress from my mom. It made me feel like I was in Oregon Trail. Thankfully, though, two of the girls brought a lot of extra dresses, and I borrowed one. I was told by its owner that I looked better in it than she (the owner) herself did. (That was definitely a first for me.) Then we rehearsed at high speed, and then hung around--because we weren't the only a cappella group, the new all-female group had also been brought in. It was their first performance, and they asked me to write them a version of I Kissed A Girl just for the show. I was happy to oblige, especially since they paid me. (Come to think of it, they still owe me $20 of it. They said they'd get it to me today, but one of their friends got puking drunk before the show even started and they were preoccupied.) They did a good job from a technical standpoint, but the song had no attitude, which is a mistake under any circumstances but especially when trying to sing a song which depends solely on sex to sell itself. (I'll have to drop them some hints.)
Then my group went on and we brought the house down; it's what we do. (What we lack in talent we make up for in popularity; we're two years older, more exposed and more talented.) Then I chilled with a few of them over food for over an hour. Then I drove home.
It's blessedly quiet here, which is nice after 11 hours of non-stop music, friends and chaos. But it's also dreadfully silent here. And I can't help feeling like there should be someone else's voice in the room, someone else's breath against my own. A shoulder to lean against, clean flowery hair to smell. A back to curl up against in the night, a breast to cup without either of us noticing I'm doing it. A smile and a whisper and warmth that will still be there in the morning.
I'm tired of being alone, and I'm tired of being prospectless, and I'm tired of being hopeless. But on Thursday my band had another concert--a full-blown one, just us and nobody else--and for the first time we performed a song that I wrote, completely original. It was about unrequited love, about being in that uncertain place where you know you need to make your feelings clear but haven't been able to yet. And it was a lot easier to write than I like to admit.
The sun will come out tomorrow. That is the hope we hold in our hearts. But, in actuality, I'm told that the weather report predicts rain.
(Oh, and, a lot of boardies have been coming onto me lately. They never seem to notice the disclaimer that the girl in my AV is not me--in fact, more of them have PM'd me after I put it there. One just hit me up who has 0 posts to his name. Good times.)
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