Some Quotes and a Story.

Have I really not posted in a week? My sincerest apologies, (although apparently only two people read my blog). I even missed quotable Friday!

"You could open my heart and you'd see that it's true."

"Merry Christmas you old building and loan! Merry Christmas Mr. Potter! Merry Christmas Mr. Bank Examiner! I know isn't it great, I'm going to jail!"

"And I know (echo: and I know), yes I know that it's plain to see, we're so in love when we're together."

And now a story from Friday.

I'm sitting in AP Euro, trying my hardest to keep my eyes open, and thinking about the 1 zillionth king of England, when all of a sudden I hear a voice,

"Can I borrow Josh for a minute?"

It was a girl from the symphonic band.

Ok, interjection here. At the beginning of the year in band, we had a placement tryout. Symphonic band is the highest, then concert band, and then there are the people who just want to be able to say they play drums and they don't even get to be in a band. I tried-out and I thought that I did horribly. I did not play well at all. But, I now know that it must have been very interesting for Mr. Chaston, my band teacher, because some of the tryouts...well how do I put this...they can't hold sticks, let alone play the music he gave us. Anyway, shockingly I made it into Symphonic Band. Which is quite an honor for a sophmore to make symphonic band. But still, I'm the ONLY sophmore in symphonic band, not just the only sophmore percussionist, I'm the only sophmore in ALL of symphonic band. Anywho, I have mixed feelings about this, I'm getting to play way more fun music than concert band is, so I guess it's pretty much okay.

Now back to the original story.

"Sure, you can borrow Josh" My teacher said.

I stood up and followed her out into the hall.

"We're playing "Ghost Train" for the assembly and you need to go set up" she said

(Ghost Train is the piece we had played for the concert the night before, and now, without warning, Mr. Chaston wanted us to play it for the Harvest assembly.)

"Okay" I said.

So after I got down there, I started getting equipment out, and we realized that based on the assembly schedule, we needed to get the timpani onto the stage a different way than the rest of the equipment. So I was wandering onstage, trying to see a way that we could get all of the timpani past the many props and scrap wood that is backstage. It was pitch dark, because they were testing a movie on the projector that they were going to show in the assembly.

Somehow I wandered my way onto the front of the stage with another kid from percussion. When we got to the front, the stage crew started screaming at us.

"GET OFF THE STAGE! HURRY UP! GET OFF RIGHT NOW! COME ON! GET OFF!!!"

Now, I still don't know why they wanted us off stage. I have no explantion. Needless to say, I was afraid that I might be hit by a train any minute. I started hurrying toward the front of the stage to get off. I didn't think I was anywhere close to the edge, but I was.

So yeah, I fell off the stage, hit the first step on my knee, and skidded down the second and third steps on my shin. I have a big old scrape and I was bleeding all over and stuff. No one really saw me, 'cause it was dark but I still feel really embarassed, so EVERYONE who reads this should make really comforting, I've-done-that-same-type-of-thing comments, so that I feel better about myself.

A smile is a curve that sets everything straight.
-Anonymous