Remember that day you left primary school? About to go to the thrilling, maybe scary, place you've read about and seen in movies.
Your mind was full with vivid pictures of a million colorful lockers and crowded halls.
You imagined walking amongst the rushing and running people,
when suddenly... the music starts, and you, the main character of your story, would start singing in the middle of the hallway, backed up by your own dancers and chorus! Afterwards, when a huge applause followed, you'd casually walk away.
Maybe you did, maybe you didn't. But I sure treasured these thoughts! Disappointment: It did not happen.
Yet.
I decided that if I wanted to realize this dream, I had to make it happen! Full of confidence I set up a plan, because what could possibly go wrong?
Contacting the school band I asked their leader if he would like to help.
Seemed like the wind was blowing in my back, because he did!
At that moment: All was great, all was fine and we were still going strong.
Right now, it's three weeks before the performance.
And we still haven't practiced. :I
Turned out, Mr.Band-Leader wasn't so helpful after all. To clarify: He never actually asked the band.
Now all I have is a list of fourteen people who I'm not even sure of if they want to help.
I just sent a desperate email whether Friday would do, playing cool and cheerful, but really..
I'm stressed out!
I keep thinking: What if?
What if we haven't practiced enough? What if my solo goes wrong? What if they can't pull of the performing part? What if the dancers decide they don't want to help?
What if, in the end, it's just me, singing by myself in the hallways, with people throwing looks at me?
What if? What if? What if?
Wow, wow, wow!
Halt. Stop.
Firstly, one should never hold him or herself back because of what others think.
Earth is nothing more than a speck of dust in the grand expanse of our perpetually expanding universe. How does what others think even matter?
Secondly, don't think of such things in the middle of the night. Problems tend to look better in the sun. (:
Lastly, if you can dream it you can do it!
Giving up is too easy, if I want to live my High school-awesomeness I'll have to kick my own but first.
So that's what I am going to do. c:
To be continued: Friday (Fateful flop or Amazing achievements?)
Alrighty then, herewith I'm rounding of!
This was Roux, signing in for the daily report.
Over and out.
Your mind was full with vivid pictures of a million colorful lockers and crowded halls.
You imagined walking amongst the rushing and running people,
when suddenly... the music starts, and you, the main character of your story, would start singing in the middle of the hallway, backed up by your own dancers and chorus! Afterwards, when a huge applause followed, you'd casually walk away.
Maybe you did, maybe you didn't. But I sure treasured these thoughts! Disappointment: It did not happen.
Yet.
I decided that if I wanted to realize this dream, I had to make it happen! Full of confidence I set up a plan, because what could possibly go wrong?
Contacting the school band I asked their leader if he would like to help.
Seemed like the wind was blowing in my back, because he did!
At that moment: All was great, all was fine and we were still going strong.
Right now, it's three weeks before the performance.
And we still haven't practiced. :I
Turned out, Mr.Band-Leader wasn't so helpful after all. To clarify: He never actually asked the band.
Now all I have is a list of fourteen people who I'm not even sure of if they want to help.
I just sent a desperate email whether Friday would do, playing cool and cheerful, but really..
I'm stressed out!
I keep thinking: What if?
What if we haven't practiced enough? What if my solo goes wrong? What if they can't pull of the performing part? What if the dancers decide they don't want to help?
What if, in the end, it's just me, singing by myself in the hallways, with people throwing looks at me?
What if? What if? What if?
Wow, wow, wow!
Halt. Stop.
Firstly, one should never hold him or herself back because of what others think.
Earth is nothing more than a speck of dust in the grand expanse of our perpetually expanding universe. How does what others think even matter?
Secondly, don't think of such things in the middle of the night. Problems tend to look better in the sun. (:
Lastly, if you can dream it you can do it!
Giving up is too easy, if I want to live my High school-awesomeness I'll have to kick my own but first.
So that's what I am going to do. c:
To be continued: Friday (Fateful flop or Amazing achievements?)
Alrighty then, herewith I'm rounding of!
This was Roux, signing in for the daily report.
Over and out.