Sep 25, 2020
a b c easy as 1 2 3 simple as do re mi
im sorry but do re mi with hand signs is a lot harder to sing insanely fast than abc or counting is
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a b c easy as 1 2 3 simple as do re mi
im sorry but do re mi with hand signs is a lot harder to sing insanely fast than abc or counting is
Has anyone else ever gone to sing a song on the radio/for fun only to realize you CAN'T REMEMBER HOW THE MELODY GOES BECAUSE YOU'VE INTERNALIZED THE HARMONY PART IN CHORUS?
I have no idea how in the world we got all perfect scores No freaking idea... WE BEL VOCE and we Gucci
I am done. Like, everyone in chorus is a dumbass. No one cares. I pretty much don't care, but I'm not sitting there screwing around because I actually realize that, oh! MPA performance is something that is looked at when the government considers cutting funding for the music programs in schools, so we should do really well so we can keep our little hideaway. But, no, they're all too busy putting their head up their ass to realize that there's shit out there that matters more than talking to the person next to you. People need to realize that everything has an effect on something. Fucking assholes. I really do hate most people. People are dumb.
Of three things I am absolutely certain:
I am going to cough up a lung
I am going to die this weekend because of Madrigal
Yeah, I don't have a third one, but kind of poking fun of Twilight was fun while it lasted.
I haven't stopped coughing for the past ten minutes. I just took a bit more cough medicine than necessary to help the process, even though that's probably a flawed theory that will possibly backfire on me somehow.
Anyway. Yeah, Madrigal this weekend is going to suck. It means a combined four and a half hours of just watching the royal court do their thing while the rest of us just stand and sing songs and carry out a few group cues. Whoop-dee-freaking-doo. Maybe I can claim that a spell backfired (it would be the cause of my illness) and be hung for witchcraft since it's a medieval themed dinner theatre thing. Heh, fat chance.
I am just really not looking forward to this weekend.
Kill me now.
Put me out of my misery.
Hmph.