Story Time!

okay, so this is my second year in show choir, right?
i love it. i'm a terrible dancer, let's be honest, and yet i look forward to show choir.
it's not the same as Madrigals, which is... what i am. i mean, it is my choir and all that jazz. but show choir is super fun for me. i do so love dancing.
well, today, in Math, Maggie Torbeck, who is also in choir with me, was like, "i heard we have to change really fast in show choir. is that right?"
Me: yeah... well, it depends. it's usually okay, but sometimes we have to change super fast.
Caleb: yeah, it really depends.
Maggie: oh, but i'm really slow at changing.
Me: oh, you get used to it... Caleb, do you remember the dress change for the girls on Run Away?
-special music-
*commences flashback*
We were doing a song called Run Away. think Monty Python, because that's what it's from. well, we had to change from our seaweed dress to our gold dress.
{(the seaweed dresses fell a little below the knees, were white diamonds and green diamonds in vertical stripes, and had green fabric peaking out of the bottom of this sequined monstrosity.)
[our gold dressed came up really high, a neck collar kind of thing, and ended at a surprisingly skanky level above our knees. oh, and they zipped from about the middle of our butt to the top of the neck collar. but my friends, that is not all! they also had a little clip at the very top that if not fastened allowed the damnable zipper to slowly work itself all. the. way. down.]}
well, we figured we were fine. until she decided that we only needed, like, 8 measures to change.
so on our first run through, all the girls rushed off while the guys sang, ripped off the seaweed dresses, freaked out a little, wrenched on our gold dresses, and tried to get everyone zipped up.
except... it was faster than we even thought, and without a plan, we were doomed to failure. so i zipped someone up and... no one zipped me up. so i zipped myself up the best i could and couldn't get the fasten.
so about half of us ran onstage in our little gold dresses... halfway zipped.
and those zippers immediately set about working themselves down. so my dress was unzipped all the way, and i'm holding my arms out a little to try and keep it on...
*pause in flashback*
-pause in music-
Mr. Disney: CAITIE! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES FALLING OFF!
Me: IT'S SHOW CHOIR, MR. DISNEY!
Mr. Disney: Oh. right.
-continue music-
*continue flashback*
every spin i did, the girl behind me, i think it was Paige, desperately tried to zip me up as i twisted, hoping that maybe... possibly... i would not continue showing off my turquoise underwear. (hehehe.) fortunately, we had body tights on. but by the end of the song, about half of us were....
practically naked. it was hilarious. it happened a couple more times, but i went home and taught myself to zip my dress... so i never ran out on that stupid stage basically naked again.
*end flashback*
-end special music-
Maggie: O_O .......
WHY DON'T WE JUST DANCE NAKED? THAT WOULD BE SO MUCH EASIER!
Me: because you don't like the way your stomach looks. i don't like the way my stomach looks. we'd be so concerned about everyone looking at our stomachs that we wouldn't dance well.
Maggie: oh. yeah. you're right. i really am very self conscious about my stomach.
Caleb: -eye twitch- wait... you guys are more concerned about...
Maggie and Me: our stomachs are gross. -proceed to complain about stomachs-
Caleb: you guys have no shame.
Maggie and Me: nope, not really.

Interesting fact (that has to do with Maggie):
Maggie often forgets what she is doing. once, she was driving me home so that my mother and i could alter her Madrigal Dinner dress, and we were at a stoplight, and she started moving forward, and i go, "Uh, Maggie?" and she goes, "OH!" and slams on the brake. then she looks at me and says, "I was just sitting here wondering, 'why is my foot on this brake?' and then i realized it was because i was at a red light!"

Interesting fact (that has nothing to do with my previous story):
Elliot either wants to adopt me or marry me. he can't decide which. i'm concerned. either he'll adopt someone he has romantic feelings for, or he'll marry someone he thinks of as a daughter.
weird. :D