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tabular_rasaI really, really, really do not want to have to call this accompaniest for Solo and Ensemble. I have to, or I'll never get one (and I STILL may not get one, it being so close!), because Solo and Ensemble is a week and a half away.
First, I have to call my teacher. That's one number I can get totally wrong, one phone I have to brave, because I've never called her before. I then have to ask her for the accompaniest's number.
Then I have to call the accompaniest. I have never met this woman. She will probably say no, too, and she'll be really nasty about it.
That is TWO PHONE CALLS I have to make. TWO. I would rather break my arm. Then I wouldn't even have to PLAY the solo. I considered it, driving home . . . but then, you see, I wouldn't be able to play Toccata and Fugue or Faure, and Mr. Briddell would kill me (and probably Robert and Paige and Jim because then only THREE people would be playing that crazy bit in Angus Dei), and I would be sad about not playing Toccata and Fugue.
Also, I did kind of work harder on this solo than any other than I have in years past, and, yet, it is still the suckiest of them all.
Still, it's senior year.
So I am braving the phone.
Gaa . . . I hate phones . . .
I am completely and utterly insane and compulsive and pathetic and messed up, yes, I know. Leave me alone. I need moral support for this, okay? Not insults.
I hate phones . . .
First, I have to call my teacher. That's one number I can get totally wrong, one phone I have to brave, because I've never called her before. I then have to ask her for the accompaniest's number.
Then I have to call the accompaniest. I have never met this woman. She will probably say no, too, and she'll be really nasty about it.
That is TWO PHONE CALLS I have to make. TWO. I would rather break my arm. Then I wouldn't even have to PLAY the solo. I considered it, driving home . . . but then, you see, I wouldn't be able to play Toccata and Fugue or Faure, and Mr. Briddell would kill me (and probably Robert and Paige and Jim because then only THREE people would be playing that crazy bit in Angus Dei), and I would be sad about not playing Toccata and Fugue.
Also, I did kind of work harder on this solo than any other than I have in years past, and, yet, it is still the suckiest of them all.
Still, it's senior year.
So I am braving the phone.
Gaa . . . I hate phones . . .
I am completely and utterly insane and compulsive and pathetic and messed up, yes, I know. Leave me alone. I need moral support for this, okay? Not insults.
I hate phones . . .
