Yesterday, my choir participated in the "Music in the Park" Contest in Missouri/Kansas. (I'm not quite sure what state it is actually in. That bus ride was a daze.) Saturday morning, I had to be to school at 7 to load the bus. I went into the school to get my robe and stoll, and then searched all 3 buses until I found Ally and Britton. They were sitting across from each other. Ally didn't want to share a seat, and I surely was not going to risk falling asleep next to Britton, so I sat behind Ally. Ms. Poe counted heads on each bus, and then returned to the school to lock the doors. For performances, girls have to wear black dress shoes. I looked down at my yellow and teal Nike's, and suddenly an image popped into my head. My black flats, sitting on the end of my bed along with my bottle of sunscreen. My stomach flipped upside down. I sprinted into the school to find Ms. Poe locking one of the doors. "Poe! I forgot my shoes!" She rolled her eyes and tossed her keys at me. "Band shoes. Run. Key #23 for the hallway, and #7 for the uniform closet." I was running so fast through the band room that the motion sensitive lights didn't come on until I had already unlocked the uniform closet. I retrieved my ugly band shoes, and got back on the bus.
I was not excited for the bus ride down to Kansas City/Kearney. Much to my displeasure, in the seat next to me sat a junior couple who could not keep their hands (and mouths!) off of each other. I wanted to barf! I fell asleep on the way there, and my friends took embarrassing pictures of me. I am not a pretty sleeper. I see pictures of girls all the time who look absolutely adorable when someone takes a picture of them sleeping on a bus. Not I. Some how I talked Ally out of putting the in the picture on Facebook, but I'm pretty sure Britton still has a picture on his iPod. When we arrived in Kearney, Poe told us that we needed to change before we got off of the bus, I looked down at my band shoes and frowned. The bad thing about our robes is that as the robe numbers go up, the robes don't get much longer, they get fatter. Mine is supper fat. During warm ups, as we were singing Sure On This Shining Night, we had just gotten to the supper quiet part at the end, and I had to sneeze so bad. I looked around the room. No tissues. So as the choir was holding out "night... excuse me, naauuuuggghhhhhht", I let out a huge sneeze, I tried to control it, but I just couldn't. It was quite embarrassing. The performance was okay. It definitely wasn't our best performance. We didn't fit on the risers, so we had to form 4 rows instead of 3, and the first row had to stand on the floor. It was just interesting to stand by new people. Despite us not performing to the best of our ability, I still cried. We ended up getting first place in our Division as well as Best Choir Overall. I was quite impressed. The rest of the day was spent riding roller coasters at Worlds of Fun! It was really cold, but we still had a great time. I also discovered that I look completely awkward on roller coaster pictures. All of the pictures were quite sketchy. There were a lot of couples at Worlds of Fun, and I kept thinking about how crazy they are. If I had a boyfriend, I wouldn't want to go to an amusement park with him. He would probably dump me after the first roller coaster. I pointed this out to Mikayla and she laughed and said that she had thought about that as well.
On the way home, we stopped to eat. Just as I was about to order my food, I looked at the girl's name tag, and it said "Anastasia". So before I ordered my food I said, "First of all, your name is amazing because it's my name as well, but you spelled yours wrong." She laughed and then I ordered my food. As we were walking to our table, Ally looked at me and said, "You are so weird. You probably scared that poor girl." I thought it was funny. The rest of the ride home was interesting, at best. My seat was taken, so I looked at Ally, and she right away said, "You are NOT sitting with me." I looked around again, the only other empty seat was with Britton, so I sat with him. It was actually kind of fun. I went through his iPod and picked the highest songs and made him sing them in my octave. It was quite entertaining, especially since he has a beautiful voice. His voice cracked during one of the songs and he said, "Alright, no more falsetto songs." I rolled my eyes, "Aww, come on, that's the best part." So after that we just talked. It turns out the poor guy is dealing with a lot right now. I kind of felt bad for him. I think this is one of the first times I have talked to him with out him insulting me or me insulting him. And despite common objective opinion, I actually gave some pretty good advice, whether he will admit it or not. When we arrived in Syracuse, everyone was grumpy and ready to get home, this made putting away robes exceptionally difficult. 94 people all trying to shove robes into one small isle/closet-looking thing/shelf. Chaos. The girl who usually organizes robes was gone, so I took over that job. Holly crap... some people need to learn how to count. That's all I'll say about that.
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