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Tragic!
Posted on Thursday, January 29th, 2004 at 8:20am by Brett.
(Thursday, January 29th, 2004 at 10:20pm Japanese Standard Time)

Tragic! My life is tragic!

This evening, as usual, I had band practice. Thursdays are usually fun because instead of the full band, it's ensemble practice. The members of the ensemble I joined have christened our ensemble "Brett, the Ensemble (In hiragana)", and we'll be playing in the concert next month.

Everything went really well during practice. All the technical parts of the song are pretty much under our fingers, so we were only working on making it sound more musical. We played until about 8:45, and then started getting ready to go, because we had to be out of the building by 9:00.

We were having some small talk, and I asked how much the concert is going to cost, because some of my friends are wanting to see how my namesake performs. Turns out the concert is free for them, but costs 1800 yen for me...grr...whatever, I guess.

I started asking which of the other songs we're going to play, and the guy gives me a funny look.

"<Other songs? This is an ensemble concert...>"

I got a panicked feeling. "<Oh...We aren't playing all these songs? Well..when do we play them?>"

"<They're for the spring concert.>"

"<Spring..>" It wasn't a question.

"<Yeah...It's in June...>"

"<June...>" I repeated, and right then, something happened. I started smiling. Then I started giggling. Then I started laughing uncontrollably. The guy I was talking to gave me a weird kind of look, and then backed away a little.

"<You see,>" I explained through hysterical laughter, "<I thought we were playing this music next month>...I thought...we only had...16 days left..."

My feelings at that time can be best expressed in a made-for-the-web comic by Penny-Arcade, starring Gabe and Tycho. This is exactly how I felt at the time.

The guy gave a weak kind of laugh and then walked away from my hysterics. I went and put my instrument away, then started off home.

So with the clouded, starless night sky overhead, my head down, I slowly pedaled my bike the long ride to my dorm, softly giggling to myself as I went, and stopping only to wipe away the slow but constant trickle of tears that were wetting my red, puffy cheeks.



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Yup Tragic by Don1947 [2004/30/01 21:40 ET]

Yep, your life is tragic. You're lost, adrift, and need help. Poor Brett,
LOL!
 
tragic indeed... by ted [2004/29/01 09:49 ET]
sounds like a nightmare that won't let you wake up... maybe it's time to kick tuvok in the junk and run for it...