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
Monday, December 7, 2009
I Heal Your Hopes, I Feel Your Dreams, And In The Dark I Hear Your Screams
NEW TSO ALBUM IS OFFICIALLY AMAZING!
i mean, it obviously was before, but...
i mean, now i've listened to it and it's just... so... brilliant...
my favorite song is, right now, at least, Believe.
but Child of the Night is a close second. i wonder if i could sing the soprano part for it... it's two girls. i'd need an alto. but it'd be fun.
Moving on.
Concert went well. it was fun. i was supposed to be chaperoning... but... uh... hehe... yeah. that didn't happen.
instead, i stayed in the dressing room with the girls. see, i was the third group on, and my group was the first. so i walked out with them, stood there, then had to be ready to go on right after them. because the freshman girls had, like, two songs. so then i walked around to the front of the auditorium, walked in, performed, and then came back to the dressing room. i changed into my Madrigal Dinner costume, fixed my hair, fixed my makeup, helped the other girls lace up, and went out. then i rushed back, changed into my velvets, re-fixed my hair, re-fixed my makeup, and rushed out.
i do mean rushed.
see, i was still in the dressing room fixing my hair when the song i am supposed to walk out halfway through came on. so all us girls freaked out, and rushed out putting in earrings and fastening bracelets as we went. i was still shoving bobby pins into my head. and trying to put in one earring.
it was mighty humorous. and then we were sure that not all of us were out.
like, i glanced up at the screen, and i'm pretty sure i still saw people weaving through concert choir when we were supposed to be out. hehehe. not that the people in the audience would ever know.
on more serious notes.
One of my fake fathers, a man from my church named Brad, had a mild heart attack yesterday. i found out this morning. pray for him. he's really important to me. like i said, he's kind of a father to me and Danielle. he's awesome. He's at St. Vincents.
Quentin's dad's funeral is tomorrow at 2. and i'm going. because Quentin is very important to me. i wonder if he's here today. i both hope he is and hope he isn't. i hope he is so that i can see him and hug him and make sure he's okay, and i hope he isn't because he doesn't really need to be, and he doesn't need any crap today.
Today, i'm thankful for...
1) my boots. i have the most amazing hiking boots in the world. they're warm and protect my feet.
2) Brad. he's a good man, and funny, and sweet, and he treats me and Danielle like daughters. ie, we get in trouble. hehe. not really. usually. :D
3) Booker. i'm not sure if i was already thankful for him, but i am. because he's the best teddy bear ever. he and Mr. Bunny, that's Joelle's stuffed rabbit, are best friends. and he's snuggly. i like snuggly things.
4) Pastor Jim. i may have already said him, too, but he's the best pastor ever.
5) Shelby. for those of you who have EVER come to my church, that may come as a surprise to you. but it's true, i'm thankful for him. he's a good man. he may not understand girls, or have much tact, or anything like that, but he does try very hard to do interesting things with the youth group, and... like i said, he's a good man.
6) Tyler. my buddy since we were both two, three days older than me, my confident, and an all around decent guy. he cheers me up when i'm down. which is a good thing.
i mean, it obviously was before, but...
i mean, now i've listened to it and it's just... so... brilliant...
my favorite song is, right now, at least, Believe.
but Child of the Night is a close second. i wonder if i could sing the soprano part for it... it's two girls. i'd need an alto. but it'd be fun.
Moving on.
Concert went well. it was fun. i was supposed to be chaperoning... but... uh... hehe... yeah. that didn't happen.
instead, i stayed in the dressing room with the girls. see, i was the third group on, and my group was the first. so i walked out with them, stood there, then had to be ready to go on right after them. because the freshman girls had, like, two songs. so then i walked around to the front of the auditorium, walked in, performed, and then came back to the dressing room. i changed into my Madrigal Dinner costume, fixed my hair, fixed my makeup, helped the other girls lace up, and went out. then i rushed back, changed into my velvets, re-fixed my hair, re-fixed my makeup, and rushed out.
i do mean rushed.
see, i was still in the dressing room fixing my hair when the song i am supposed to walk out halfway through came on. so all us girls freaked out, and rushed out putting in earrings and fastening bracelets as we went. i was still shoving bobby pins into my head. and trying to put in one earring.
it was mighty humorous. and then we were sure that not all of us were out.
like, i glanced up at the screen, and i'm pretty sure i still saw people weaving through concert choir when we were supposed to be out. hehehe. not that the people in the audience would ever know.
on more serious notes.
One of my fake fathers, a man from my church named Brad, had a mild heart attack yesterday. i found out this morning. pray for him. he's really important to me. like i said, he's kind of a father to me and Danielle. he's awesome. He's at St. Vincents.
Quentin's dad's funeral is tomorrow at 2. and i'm going. because Quentin is very important to me. i wonder if he's here today. i both hope he is and hope he isn't. i hope he is so that i can see him and hug him and make sure he's okay, and i hope he isn't because he doesn't really need to be, and he doesn't need any crap today.
Today, i'm thankful for...
1) my boots. i have the most amazing hiking boots in the world. they're warm and protect my feet.
2) Brad. he's a good man, and funny, and sweet, and he treats me and Danielle like daughters. ie, we get in trouble. hehe. not really. usually. :D
3) Booker. i'm not sure if i was already thankful for him, but i am. because he's the best teddy bear ever. he and Mr. Bunny, that's Joelle's stuffed rabbit, are best friends. and he's snuggly. i like snuggly things.
4) Pastor Jim. i may have already said him, too, but he's the best pastor ever.
5) Shelby. for those of you who have EVER come to my church, that may come as a surprise to you. but it's true, i'm thankful for him. he's a good man. he may not understand girls, or have much tact, or anything like that, but he does try very hard to do interesting things with the youth group, and... like i said, he's a good man.
6) Tyler. my buddy since we were both two, three days older than me, my confident, and an all around decent guy. he cheers me up when i'm down. which is a good thing.
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