Concert Night.

Every year at school, we do a concert consisting of musical acts every Christmas and Summer. This Christmas concert also had some acting and dancing in it to, it was potentiall a good concert.
We've had so much hassle getting things how we wanted though, we did a duet and an emsemble but we had to fight to getthe numbers we wanted to do in because the teacher organising it seemed like she really didn't like us. But we got them both in, eventually, and we were really looking forward to the perfomances because they sounded really nice.

We rehersed all day, and then night finally came. My parents didn't come home until late, and neither understood how they had made me feel from the things that they did or said. Not that I would have told them. Well, my mood wasn't as appropriate as it could have been for the concert when we got there.

The first number went alright. We sounded okay, although my best friend's mic wasn't on till the last chorus, we went out of synch for a second from a wrong chord from the piano. It was fine though, we both covered it and got back on track and it turned out okay.
The secong song, on the other hand... They messed or the order so one of us was dancing and then singing straight after, but we managed to get her changed and on in time, although she was finding it difficult to breathe and had to sing first, making her solo within the songer weaker than it normally would. We were sitting on the stage, behind the speakers andquite far away from the piano - I couldn't hear a lot, apart from the other girls around me singing. It was the worst perfomance of the song - or in general - that we've ever done. I can't believe how badly my singing was, I can't say I've ever really gone out of tune before, but for this song I went out of tune big time. It was terrible, and I feel so bad for letting the team down.

After many other catastrophes of the night, it finally ended and I got to see some of my best friends who can come to watch, one of which surprised us and I was over the moon to see. A big hug of both of them made me feel much better, but then I'd get home, realise how much I missed the best friend who had surprised us because I don't get to see her that much anyway, and get upset about it.

To top off my parents, the performance and missing one of my best friends, the boy hadn't text me back. In fact... I'm still waiting for a reply now.

I started writing this last night (the night of the concert - the 15th, the day the blog is dated) but I went to bed and finished it today (the 16th, the day after), so I've calmed down a bit and my mood has slightly improved. But only slightly.


All in all, it wasn't a great night. It was our last ever concert for the school as we'll all be leaving before the next one, and it was a complete failure.

But as we say the Oasis classic, I remember thinking that it was completely true. Follow their advice. We've had plenty of amazing concerts when all of my best friends had been performing with us and we got to see each other ever day, when it had good really well and when everyone had been supportive - and on time.

Think of the good times.




Don't look back in anger, I heard you say.

At least not today.


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