Okay, odd title? Yeah. I kind of feel like throwing up right now. And no its not because I ate too much for dinner or had too many Sun-dried Tomato and Basil flavored Wheat Thins. It's because of this weekend. The weekend of doom.
Not doom, just solo and ensemble.
My clarinet and I are gonna fail. Oh yeah, and we're bringing down Krust with us.
It's all good, I mean, if we are horrifyingly terrible what's gonna happen? Absolutely nothing except embarrassment. I don't like embarrassment, it makes my face all red and my ears feel like their on fire.
So, my clarinet, it hates needing new corks, it hates when I drop it on the ground, and it hates when I call it, it.
And yeah, it's really mad at me right now. Can you guess why? --- Well, obviously I keep calling it, it (I'm not naming that smelly thing). I may or may not have dropped it today.... okay I did. And well, it really needs to be re-corked.
I just keep ranting, just because I'm nervous.
It's only Monday, I wonder what the rest of the week will bring. Who knows, maybe I'll have murdered the stupid 'it' by then. I can't though... Because if I quit, I'm not only quitting on myself, I'm quitting on Krusti Dragon too.
Stupid boogie.
Yours truly,
Groovy Band Geek
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