Dear Die-ary...

I was going to write this all yesterday, but had no time. So I'll write it now.

Well, yesterday was the time we (in orchestra) were all dreading. The concert. Our teacher is, as I've pointed out, barmy, and wanted us to dress up again. So I went as the Phantom of the Opera, or, at least, was MEANT to be the Phantom of the Opera; I looked more like Zorro.

When I got there, the leader saw me, and decided to talk to me. It went from a simple, "Hello, how are you?" to a chatty non-stop conversation. So this conversation went ON and ON and ON........I thought it would never end. But she then said, "Could you put my violin in my chair for me?" and dashed off. She said she had to do fanfare, which I thought was first, and then starters, then middles. So I put her violin by her violin case. Soon I was told to get my butt on stage, as middles were soon starting. So I went on stage, and took my place. I forgot about her violin, as I thought she didn't need it then. I descovered middles, starters, and fanfare were on the stage at the same time. Later, just before the fanfare started, she ran to me and asked where her violin was. I explained I did as she asked, and put it on her chair. "IS IT STILL IN THERE???" she screeched (referring to the changing rooms). No, wait, 'screeched' is not the best word to use. Roared? Meowed? I don't know. But anyway, she ran back. I think I saw her crying. From then on, I felt like there was a 'special' spotlight on me. Hold on...why didn't SHE put the violin in her chair herself?? Oh, life has its little mysteries (or miseries, as the case may be).

So. We played the 2 pieces we had to play. Only 2 this year, only 2. And there was no point playing them, as the youth orchestra (the 'big' orchestra) were going to play those same 2 pieces anyway, but better. For those who weren't wondering, they were The Phantom of the Opera, and Lord of the Rings. I don't really know what song from LOTR, as it was a mixture of 2, clumped together in 5 minutes and had massive bits hacked out to make it last 1 page. We came off. I then found our beloved leader, who I felt had let down (as if she was a balloon anyway. Joke, joke.), in the changing rooms. Crying. I thought it was because of me, but to my relief it was because she lost her clarinet. I guess it was a bad day for her.

(sings in tune of 'Once in Royal David's city') I came down to sit with the audience, and I was bored out of my mind. They played music, horrible to hear, but the old people liked it lots. Why was I subject to this? I was really bored to bits.

OK, that was random. But I was bored then, and I am now. But my Dad rescued me, and gave me some paper and a pen. And I started drawing. I drew 3 pictures, but that one up there ^ was my favorite doodle. It's of the mask I wore. Shame the paper was one of those note pads advertising acid.

At the interval, I found a door at the side. I smiled; I love exploring. I went in there, still dressed as the Phantom, and went and looked 'round. There was not much TO see, just doors, and stairs...but I had fun running around. I noticed the time, and had to get back. But I decided I would go back there another time. And I will! It was fun. I found some long winding stairs I want to go up. But anyway, I went back, and 2 ice-cream people (they have excellent toffee-flavored ice-cream, by the way) saw me there. They didn't ask about my presence, just looked scared and said "It's the Phantom!!"

At least they didn't think I was Zorro.