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That. Was. So. Fun.
I barely remember what happened during actual school, but I got out of physics half an hour early to start warming up and get ready. Good thing, too, it took 15 minutes to get the stupid dress zipper unstuck... it'd somehow got the cloth caught in it and was immovable. But.
Preparations went by in 111 in a whirl of gaiety. Julia fussed about with my hair and makeup, and the boys (the ones in the recital: Tony, Lumumba, Ellis, and Joe) were in and out for their stuff, while Tony ran frantically about the school looking for Nabil to get the jacket he had arranged to borrow. A few random people got spoilers for the dress when I went and drank some water, and they were all completely floored and chased me around to look at me better... Haa. A few more much less random people came in for prerecital well-wishings, including Reggie and James and India, and they all seemed so surprised by how I looked. It was Ego-helping.
Mama got there in time to mess with my hair and made me paint my nails (and now she can't find the nailpolish remover... aaagh) and fixed everything perfectly... And then I was backstage waiting for Rebecca to be done with her first song, and then I went on.
Onstage, I wasn't nervous till I started singing. I saw David and Mama and Grandjo and a bunch of HSC people on the front row, and that was comforting, but then I started thinking too hard. My first song, the Bernstein, was garbage, and I'm sorry I screwed it up so badly. It's a wonderful song, but I squoze all the nigh notes (which were Es and not really that high), had major breath-control problems, and sang all the wrong word in the wrong order, and skipped some. Luckily, it's a four-line song. About 1 1/2 minutes for 2 pages. They all clapped a little bewilderedly, and I avoided the eyes of the front row (couldn't see much past that) but I made it to the next song without too much disgrace. Russian always helps my nerves. The Tchaikovsky was much less panicked. Reggie said he died during it... I love that song to bits, and I think it showed. It's so fun to just roll all those consonants in a row, and it's such a haunting melody, and it's so easy to express the sad and unsure and lonely lover... The audience seemed to like it, but it made me feel really good to hear Reggie gush about it without gushing, afterwards.
Back on for Der Neugierige, it was much less nerve-wracking. I know that song like the back of my hand, and have for two years, and I think I can express it fairly well. It's such a cute song, anyway, and it's actually fairly easy on the voice and breathing. They liked it, and I went off to get Joe for Aliah.
It was not perfect. We rushed a tiny bit, and I had a few of the gasps I get on the second verse when it's out of my control, but OH it was still such a good song... I wrote a good song, and sang it well, and they screamed and applauded at the end of it. Joe, Joe, Joe, you're so good. The song was so Jenny. My mom hadn't ever really heard the whole thing and told me later it how she hadn't realized it was so Spanish... Ahh, I loved it. And so did they.
Una Donna went by fairly quickly... though not without my noticing, because I was a lot more involved in it than I think I've ever been. I was Despina, the serving-maid wise in the ways of the world. I know the song is supposed to be flirty and girly and very very subtly trashy. I did it this time. Long live Despina, who knows how to _serve_. I skipped the high B, because it really would not have come out (I did indeed have lung-wracking, gut-coughing gunk on the day of my recital, but I overcame a lot of it). So I had been sort of dreading that song, but I pulled it off fairly well.
Then was Macavity. I just sort of let it all go and did what came in my head. I slunk on the stage, smirked through the quiets, posed extravagantly, snapped lasciviously, and just sang. It was so much fun. So much. Fun. Wes said one of the more melodramatic poses is going in the yearbook. Haa. And they screamed and whopped after that one. And it was so fun.
I got to hear most of Rebecca's duet with Ellis, muffled through the backstage door, and saw a teensy bit of him throwing her around through the crack between the stage doors, but I really can't wait to see it on the recording. I love love love Ellis's performance, and they all said he was deliciously scary as any Hyde should be, and I wanna seeee....
But then I went on with my boys for the last song... I started us out a little fast, but it worked well. I caught Lumumba's kiss after the cute line about it in the song, I.. Well, it went well, I didn't crack on anything, nobody noticed either of the boys' small mistakes, Lumumba's low Fs were tremendous, Tony's high D was spectacular, and the audience really did seem to go wild at the end of that song. It was sooo fun.
And then. And then.
I came out of the backstage door and was accosted by about 50 people giving me flowers (flowers! people gave me flowers!) and telling me how wonderfully I did, and how great I looked, and how beautiful my dress was, and how much they enjoyed the show. I hugged more peope in a row than I ever have in my life, and was so completely girly I may just skip prom, cause it can't possibly be better (all the girliness without the congratulations... I don't know if I can handle it not being about me.... just kidding, of course. With the right company, I can handle anything).
My mom made me come further out after I went to put stuff in 111 with the rest of stuff, cause she said there were more people waiting to congratulate me, but there weren't that many after I kept them waiting so long... oops. Still, I got more compliments than I can ever remember getting, in various degrees of politeness, including but not limited to Glenn's comment (and apparently a few other boys', too): "Did YOU know Ryan had boobs like that?" I asked Wes what he thought, after the recital, and he gave me a hug, kissed me on the neck, held me close for a second, and whispered in my ear, "I can't say in public." I felt like the girliest girl that ever girled.
And then we got home, Susan driving...eee, Susan! And Reggie rode with us, so they got to meet and converse a bit, and it's so cool... Anyway, we got home and I went to my room and everybody followed me, and there were more hotness exclamations and jokes, and I just really had to get out of the stupid dress.... Jenniffer, flattering-pretend-lesbian that she is, asked if she could watch me change... I just pulled the comfier dress over my head and took the other one off underneath it. Strapless, indeed. Jenniffer asked if she could put my dress on, so I threw it at her and she put it on over her clothes and went around lamenting at how even a whole crumpled shirt would not take up the room in the bust there was when she had it on... Mama thought she was pretty funny.
I convinced Reggie to play some Rachmaninov and then some of his own stuff, so I melted at that for awhile and went under the piano... I am so glad I know him. We did the Mexican art song quietly, since people were talking... Quite a few people said bye and left while he was playing, but I could barely be distracted... I was probably a little short with them.
We inhaled some chili and then went on the roof... some people couldn't handle the tree route in the dark and I didn't really want to chance tearing the comfy dress. Nabil and Tony both made it across the tree, but I took Reggie and Susan back and went up the ladder with them. Greg came for a bit, later, but then went back down. Susan and I howled a bit, and Reggie was delighted, saying he didn't know anybody else who'd do that. We piled on the roof for quite awhile, and it was so nice... It took some convincing to get Nabil to lie down on the roofrocks in his $60 shirt, but he did eventually rest on my shoulder and Susan's back and Tony's arm... it was a fairly comfortable pile. And there's nothing like being buried under warm people when the moon is shining and it's cold. Eventally, though, it was too much for Nabil, and he left, pleading other engagements. The pile broken, we got cold (except Reggie, his crazy cold affinity and ski jacket) and went down again.
Mama found me at the door, and told me to go see what had just been delivered, in the entryway... I was amazed. Avalon sent me the most beautiful flower arrangement, with birds of paradise, tiger lilies, red roses, and big yellow things I can't identify, with a card saying how sorry he was to have missed it but he was sure it was good... It was so sweet of him. And they are such wonderful flowers. It was particularly surprising because I had just told Wes that birds of paradise were a favorite of mine, right before the recital... what a coincidence.
I went to find nailpolish remover, gave up, and checked some computer stuff, and decided to show Reggie some anthro art, and we spent quite awhile going through Kyoht's and Goldenwolf's archives, and then we had to do Nambroth... Tony was deathly allergic to the computer room, though, and kept coming through the door wanting us back in my room, so we went and listened to zillions of cool musics in a row. Reggie and I babbled to each other about the music, and Tony was out cold in my bed after awhile, dead of allergies (I dunno why he picked the cat-dander-infested bed to crash on, but hey, it's comfortable at least). Susan eventually had to go, and Reggie and I spent the rest of the night till his dad came intermittently getting food, jelly beans, music, and playing the piano and singing, trying not to wake up Tony. We had so much fun, yawning hugely and trading music suggestions.
Best fun I have ever had and most loved I have ever felt in a really long time. I hope Ally and Ev had a fun performance, and will come over someday when I get the recording and invite all the people who missed it (like BILL CRAZY PERSON WHERE WERE YOU YOU PROMISED YESTERDAY AND THE DAY BEFORE THAT YOU'D COME, and Salad, who was in Europe, and Lisa, who was supervising TAKS tests for fourth-graders) and I will also get to see it and life will be good.
Yes. It was not bad. It could have been a lot worse. And now Wes is coming around 5 and we're gong to Reggie's to help him make his sink-harp. I'll bring the hubcap. And tomorrow, if he's not dead (he couldn't come to the reception cause he had a fever and was about to collapse) Bryce is coming to do our calculus project. I'd dread it, cause it's calculus, but I don't, cause it's Bryce. Not too much of a morning-after-performance letdown, today. I have other things to look forward to. Maybe Reggie's house has nailpolish remover.
I barely remember what happened during actual school, but I got out of physics half an hour early to start warming up and get ready. Good thing, too, it took 15 minutes to get the stupid dress zipper unstuck... it'd somehow got the cloth caught in it and was immovable. But.
Preparations went by in 111 in a whirl of gaiety. Julia fussed about with my hair and makeup, and the boys (the ones in the recital: Tony, Lumumba, Ellis, and Joe) were in and out for their stuff, while Tony ran frantically about the school looking for Nabil to get the jacket he had arranged to borrow. A few random people got spoilers for the dress when I went and drank some water, and they were all completely floored and chased me around to look at me better... Haa. A few more much less random people came in for prerecital well-wishings, including Reggie and James and India, and they all seemed so surprised by how I looked. It was Ego-helping.
Mama got there in time to mess with my hair and made me paint my nails (and now she can't find the nailpolish remover... aaagh) and fixed everything perfectly... And then I was backstage waiting for Rebecca to be done with her first song, and then I went on.
Onstage, I wasn't nervous till I started singing. I saw David and Mama and Grandjo and a bunch of HSC people on the front row, and that was comforting, but then I started thinking too hard. My first song, the Bernstein, was garbage, and I'm sorry I screwed it up so badly. It's a wonderful song, but I squoze all the nigh notes (which were Es and not really that high), had major breath-control problems, and sang all the wrong word in the wrong order, and skipped some. Luckily, it's a four-line song. About 1 1/2 minutes for 2 pages. They all clapped a little bewilderedly, and I avoided the eyes of the front row (couldn't see much past that) but I made it to the next song without too much disgrace. Russian always helps my nerves. The Tchaikovsky was much less panicked. Reggie said he died during it... I love that song to bits, and I think it showed. It's so fun to just roll all those consonants in a row, and it's such a haunting melody, and it's so easy to express the sad and unsure and lonely lover... The audience seemed to like it, but it made me feel really good to hear Reggie gush about it without gushing, afterwards.
Back on for Der Neugierige, it was much less nerve-wracking. I know that song like the back of my hand, and have for two years, and I think I can express it fairly well. It's such a cute song, anyway, and it's actually fairly easy on the voice and breathing. They liked it, and I went off to get Joe for Aliah.
It was not perfect. We rushed a tiny bit, and I had a few of the gasps I get on the second verse when it's out of my control, but OH it was still such a good song... I wrote a good song, and sang it well, and they screamed and applauded at the end of it. Joe, Joe, Joe, you're so good. The song was so Jenny. My mom hadn't ever really heard the whole thing and told me later it how she hadn't realized it was so Spanish... Ahh, I loved it. And so did they.
Una Donna went by fairly quickly... though not without my noticing, because I was a lot more involved in it than I think I've ever been. I was Despina, the serving-maid wise in the ways of the world. I know the song is supposed to be flirty and girly and very very subtly trashy. I did it this time. Long live Despina, who knows how to _serve_. I skipped the high B, because it really would not have come out (I did indeed have lung-wracking, gut-coughing gunk on the day of my recital, but I overcame a lot of it). So I had been sort of dreading that song, but I pulled it off fairly well.
Then was Macavity. I just sort of let it all go and did what came in my head. I slunk on the stage, smirked through the quiets, posed extravagantly, snapped lasciviously, and just sang. It was so much fun. So much. Fun. Wes said one of the more melodramatic poses is going in the yearbook. Haa. And they screamed and whopped after that one. And it was so fun.
I got to hear most of Rebecca's duet with Ellis, muffled through the backstage door, and saw a teensy bit of him throwing her around through the crack between the stage doors, but I really can't wait to see it on the recording. I love love love Ellis's performance, and they all said he was deliciously scary as any Hyde should be, and I wanna seeee....
But then I went on with my boys for the last song... I started us out a little fast, but it worked well. I caught Lumumba's kiss after the cute line about it in the song, I.. Well, it went well, I didn't crack on anything, nobody noticed either of the boys' small mistakes, Lumumba's low Fs were tremendous, Tony's high D was spectacular, and the audience really did seem to go wild at the end of that song. It was sooo fun.
And then. And then.
I came out of the backstage door and was accosted by about 50 people giving me flowers (flowers! people gave me flowers!) and telling me how wonderfully I did, and how great I looked, and how beautiful my dress was, and how much they enjoyed the show. I hugged more peope in a row than I ever have in my life, and was so completely girly I may just skip prom, cause it can't possibly be better (all the girliness without the congratulations... I don't know if I can handle it not being about me.... just kidding, of course. With the right company, I can handle anything).
My mom made me come further out after I went to put stuff in 111 with the rest of stuff, cause she said there were more people waiting to congratulate me, but there weren't that many after I kept them waiting so long... oops. Still, I got more compliments than I can ever remember getting, in various degrees of politeness, including but not limited to Glenn's comment (and apparently a few other boys', too): "Did YOU know Ryan had boobs like that?" I asked Wes what he thought, after the recital, and he gave me a hug, kissed me on the neck, held me close for a second, and whispered in my ear, "I can't say in public." I felt like the girliest girl that ever girled.
And then we got home, Susan driving...eee, Susan! And Reggie rode with us, so they got to meet and converse a bit, and it's so cool... Anyway, we got home and I went to my room and everybody followed me, and there were more hotness exclamations and jokes, and I just really had to get out of the stupid dress.... Jenniffer, flattering-pretend-lesbian that she is, asked if she could watch me change... I just pulled the comfier dress over my head and took the other one off underneath it. Strapless, indeed. Jenniffer asked if she could put my dress on, so I threw it at her and she put it on over her clothes and went around lamenting at how even a whole crumpled shirt would not take up the room in the bust there was when she had it on... Mama thought she was pretty funny.
I convinced Reggie to play some Rachmaninov and then some of his own stuff, so I melted at that for awhile and went under the piano... I am so glad I know him. We did the Mexican art song quietly, since people were talking... Quite a few people said bye and left while he was playing, but I could barely be distracted... I was probably a little short with them.
We inhaled some chili and then went on the roof... some people couldn't handle the tree route in the dark and I didn't really want to chance tearing the comfy dress. Nabil and Tony both made it across the tree, but I took Reggie and Susan back and went up the ladder with them. Greg came for a bit, later, but then went back down. Susan and I howled a bit, and Reggie was delighted, saying he didn't know anybody else who'd do that. We piled on the roof for quite awhile, and it was so nice... It took some convincing to get Nabil to lie down on the roofrocks in his $60 shirt, but he did eventually rest on my shoulder and Susan's back and Tony's arm... it was a fairly comfortable pile. And there's nothing like being buried under warm people when the moon is shining and it's cold. Eventally, though, it was too much for Nabil, and he left, pleading other engagements. The pile broken, we got cold (except Reggie, his crazy cold affinity and ski jacket) and went down again.
Mama found me at the door, and told me to go see what had just been delivered, in the entryway... I was amazed. Avalon sent me the most beautiful flower arrangement, with birds of paradise, tiger lilies, red roses, and big yellow things I can't identify, with a card saying how sorry he was to have missed it but he was sure it was good... It was so sweet of him. And they are such wonderful flowers. It was particularly surprising because I had just told Wes that birds of paradise were a favorite of mine, right before the recital... what a coincidence.
I went to find nailpolish remover, gave up, and checked some computer stuff, and decided to show Reggie some anthro art, and we spent quite awhile going through Kyoht's and Goldenwolf's archives, and then we had to do Nambroth... Tony was deathly allergic to the computer room, though, and kept coming through the door wanting us back in my room, so we went and listened to zillions of cool musics in a row. Reggie and I babbled to each other about the music, and Tony was out cold in my bed after awhile, dead of allergies (I dunno why he picked the cat-dander-infested bed to crash on, but hey, it's comfortable at least). Susan eventually had to go, and Reggie and I spent the rest of the night till his dad came intermittently getting food, jelly beans, music, and playing the piano and singing, trying not to wake up Tony. We had so much fun, yawning hugely and trading music suggestions.
Best fun I have ever had and most loved I have ever felt in a really long time. I hope Ally and Ev had a fun performance, and will come over someday when I get the recording and invite all the people who missed it (like BILL CRAZY PERSON WHERE WERE YOU YOU PROMISED YESTERDAY AND THE DAY BEFORE THAT YOU'D COME, and Salad, who was in Europe, and Lisa, who was supervising TAKS tests for fourth-graders) and I will also get to see it and life will be good.
Yes. It was not bad. It could have been a lot worse. And now Wes is coming around 5 and we're gong to Reggie's to help him make his sink-harp. I'll bring the hubcap. And tomorrow, if he's not dead (he couldn't come to the reception cause he had a fever and was about to collapse) Bryce is coming to do our calculus project. I'd dread it, cause it's calculus, but I don't, cause it's Bryce. Not too much of a morning-after-performance letdown, today. I have other things to look forward to. Maybe Reggie's house has nailpolish remover.
