then there was all the canvas sheets. the boxes. the staircase. even lt 5 seemed reminiscent of what was 2 fulfilling nights of enjoyment and fun. the many faces we had to put on for the night. the costumes. then there's the pt. the place where we spent doing so many times of 8s. of counting 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. the tired times when we could even sleep on the pt floor on our shoebags. and of a certain someone who could suddenly be very nice at one instance and oh so sarcastic and nasty in another.
the choreography. who came out first. when to come out. what line to follow. which spot to stand. what to do next. what to show. music? feeling? i dunno but somehow it always manages to draw out alot of memories.
finally. the rewarding sound of applause. regale. it'll never feel the same again.
sorry if this post seems distant to some of you. i just got carried away being emoed.. it doesn't help that i am listening to emo music too... anyway. i hope i can pass my driving next week!!!! and i hope a levels dont come out on the same day please please please.....
posted by Jabs @ 11:54 PM
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