Okay, so I haven't posted in a while. I know, I know, we found out our parts on September 9th, but I've been oh, just too lazy to sign out of my story account and well post on here. And yes, I write stories. All the time.
So.
September 9th. Friday, September 9th. 2 weeks after the auditions. We were all dying to know what we got.
Well, let's rewind a little. Like a few days ago.
On Monday and Tuesday, I was incredibly happy and excited. Why? Because it was the week in which I would find out. Wednesday, even more so. Thursday, the most excited someone would see me, ever. But the tiniest hints of an unwanted feeling began to slowly creep into mind. Friday, not too well. I was too anxious. I knew I got my hopes up too high. I was afraid, and almost not wanting to go to the meeting.
I had a jazz class from 6 to 7. The meeting was at 7:30. I got to skip my music class for this. Me and the others in my class who were also doing Nutcracker all stayed back.
The parents started coming in. We also went in. The meeting was boring. Only after it, did we get the paper which listed our parts.
At home, my friend was waiting for me. They were staying for dinner. When I went upstairs to change out of my dance clothes, I couldn't help letting a few tears quietly slip out. Oh well. I mean sure, I got six parts, but none of which the ones I wanted so badly.
Again, oh well. I got over it. Now I am happily rehearsing 6 parts and its awesome because I get to be onstage six times!!!!! So yeah.
~nat!
