My senior band audition in one word: FAIL
I was lucky last, last person to audition for the whole day. I ended up playing (FAILING) infront of my old flute teacher, present flute teacher and one of the senior conductors. FAIL FAIL FAIL.
urggh.
My piece that I played went horribly wrong, I didn't pitch notes rights and I hardly had any tone. My sight-reading ...well, I don't really want to talk about that.
I ended up walking half way home taking me a good hour and then catching the bus because I had blisters.
On top of that I swear there was this creepy man who was shuffling behind me with a bag dangling at my feet just as I was about to board the bus. I was wearing a flowy knee lengthen skirt that day. I SWEAR he had a camera in the bag. When I turned around and saw the bag at me feet he swore and ran off.
FUCK HIM.
If I could, I would run him over with a steam roller. Rip his limps from his body, Cut off his weiner and watch as he eats it.
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