This week has been absolutely crazy. I am coming to the realization that I cannot do everything. I cannot take physics, Odyssey and AP bio and get As and be an outstanding musician on three instruments and write a weblog and a novel and maintain a social life and aquire a boyfriend and eat and sleep. It does not work like that. I'm not really sure what I'm going to do about this, because I'm definately not willing to give anything up. Hm. It'll be interesting to see whether I have a nervous breakdown.
I mean, don't get me wrong - things are going well for me. Several things in my life right now give me a sense of satisfaction. Several things even get me quite excited. It's just... They make me tired.
Alright, so on to the update: Tuesday was the tryout for pit. It was at four. So I hung around the band room for two hours with the bandies and practiced my audition piece and screwed around on the flute. So did Bonnie. And you know what I realized? Bonnie is way better than me. I mean, I always knew she was better than me, but seriously, she is insane. Not only that, there was another kid sitting quietly in the corner who had a flute on his lap. He wasn't Ivy. (Ivy broke her finger. How... Unfortunate.) I knew I could beat Ivy. I didn't know if I could beat this kid. I started to think, "Why am I even here?"
Mr. Thomas showed up and we all sat in an arc around him. Alice was there for the trumpet part. Eric, not wanting to go up against her, was trying for French horn. So were Sarah and Craig, one of the terrible marching band trumpets. Greg and Noah (of course) were there for percussion. Rob was there (of course) for bass, and Jay was there (of course) for sax. Yoshiko from art club and Paul the Music in the Community kid showed up for keyboard. Then there were Bonnie and Flute Kid. And then there was me. Mr. Thomas looked at us and the instruments in front of us. "How many flutes do we have?" he said. The three of us raised our hands. "...Anybody here for guitar?"
Oh. Wait...
I raised my hand. "Um... I don't know if I'll be able to handle it, but I'll take a look at the score..." He handed me the score, and I could sightread it.
"Woah! I can do this!" I thought. "I'm actually going to get the guitar part in pit!" I got really excited. I tried not to show it.
"I think I'll be fine with this," I said.
"I've heard you play, and I'm not at all concerned," he said, and it was clear that he was being sincere. I think I may have beamed a little.
"Alright, so... Eric and Alice, if you can split the trumpet book and Sarah and Craig split the horn book, everyone has a part there... And flutes can split too. Do either of you play clarinet?"
"No, but I can learn," said Bonnie. This is true. She will be able to do it.
"Woah. That would be great." He looked surprised. I was too. "If you can do that... This is our pit. And... I like the looks of this pit."
Woah. Crazy. No bloodbath. I was fully anticipating a bloodbath over French horn.
Mr. Thomas played through the soundtrack for us. We're doing Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat, which I'm sure I will get sick of saying by the time the show is actually produced. It sounds like it will be a blast. Seriously. It has everything from calypso to country to Elvis to one of those cheesy melodramatic French songs, and I have a good part and a big part in most of them. The pit is also an awesome group of kids, and when Mr. Thomas told us which of the drama kids will be playing what part, we all laughed aloud at every one. This is going to be an awesome show.
Yeah, totally wasn't expecting to write that much just about pit. I feel like it's kind of boring. I might cut it down later. But now, I have to go to my football game, and after my football game I am going the hell to bed because I haven't slept more than six hours since Saturday.
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