The songs that were supposed to make me cry didn't, they made me upset in an angry way.
And when I had to read the damn poem I messed up. And then grandpa started clapping. And I blushed even more. My face must have looked like a boil on the face of the Earth's crust filled with molten hot magma. Yum. But the second time I did it, it was better. But I didn't have much emotion. It was about a fracking Winter Eden. And I read it like it was about.... Popsicle sticks.
Oh well. The choir[s] in question really do have a crazy impact on my life. And I probably wouldn't change it for the world, even if I do have to read poems in front of mass amounts of people and say "uhhmmm" and blush like a boil. And sing really high and overpower the poor other girls that I feel uber bad for singing louder than.
You were gorgeous darling
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ReplyDeleteShe didn't join cause she was busy being in another holding room.
ReplyDeleteAnd don't worry my lovely Master of Poké, your fumbling was endearing and caused us purple-attired choristers to cheer you with extra vigour.
And never feel bad for singing loud when singing loud is appropriate. It sounded amazing, and it was the other girls' responsibilities to bring out their inner oomph when it was needed.
Awwww <3
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