I've never understood why they decided to have a spirit day for people to dress up in gender-specific clothes and call it special.
Whether I'm genuinely frustrated at the concept or at the fact that I had no gender-specific fancy clothes to wear, I have no idea. I ended up wearing a dress that was passed down to Melanie years ago because nothing else I owned fit me properly.
*Think of me grumbling some nonsense here*
Moving on from nonsensical rubbish...
I've finally reached the milestone I've been striving towards in jazz band: not screwing up when Michael did! We were playing 'Skyfall', and I was ON! I was hitting notes in perfect time and the right notes! I did not make a single mistake, not even during the part that's supposed to be my solo (but isn't, because I was still a newbie when we got the song, and always practiced with Michael playing as well.) There's a little drum bit for the last two measures before the last one where no one plays. But then, a final whole note. I got that note HEAD ON! and Michael didn't; he slurred it upwards.
After the song ended, the band director immediately went to me (Michael and I sit next to each other in the band). "You slurred that last note." He says, with an accusing point. "It wasn't me." I said, "it was him" I pointed. Michael looked guilty for a moment and the director apologized.
Felt like I beat Usain Bolt at a foot race. (Never going to happen, but this is as close as I'm ever going to get.)
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