idk how to do the link thing to my profile so. this is just well. ignore.
so everything was quiet right, ms lundahl cues me in and i’m shitting bricks. usually the first note is bullshit, and the rest is not so great, but i hit the first note on the spot and everything else goes smoothly (asides from my abnormal shaking lolol) Samantha comes in with the bass clarinet, really deep and shit. then chris joins me on the oboe and we have this like.. woodwind trio sex, it was fucking amazing. then the original melody again you know, but just sexier. then shit just gets epic, like there’s the rise letting you know shit’s about to go down.- and then the drumsss join in and the jig, like the saxes and us competing against them and the toms are back there just shitting on everyone. then the little drum solo and band goes on epic shitting on everyone. That’s when the goosebumps kick in, kinda like they did in fantasy on a Japanese folk song on the key change.. then it just gets even MORE badass with the DA DADADA DAAAAAA (lol i’m sure the band people know exactly what part i’m talking about) and it resolves to the original melody. and and FUCK. then the fermatas hitting you like speedbumps. kinda like when you’re on a plane, and when they land they don’t just straight up land, you can feel them go down and stay there, then go down some more etc. till it completely faded to nothing.
then i turn around after we sit back down, still shaking and i look at chris. His eyes were watery and he’s like “omg mayda, you played so beautiful”
That’s when it hit me. holy shit.
tonight was fantastic.
you know until celebration completely shits on us.
SO. FUCKING. HYPED. really. i FUCKING NAILED THE SO L O O L O L OL O L OL OL SLJDKAJ.. that is until it got to the high notes then i totally fucked that shit up. BUT THE BEGGINING WAS FUCKING SEXYYYYYYYY BRUH,
“Guise let’s do something.. let’s go do fucking cartwheels.. i want to go break something..
i want to shut up but my mind.. it don’t let me..
QUE ME VES GUEYYY
dammit tequila your mouth is so.
ARE YOU FUCKING QUOTING EVERYTHING?!”—Jose Carlos Cruz Huerta
“no it’s called G.I.F. i had to learn that in- LOOK AT YOUR BACK POCKET, you have such a cute back pocket, let me put something in your back pocket.. my wallet doesn’t even fit in there.”—Jose Carlos Cruz Huerta… my brother