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You could be waiting for a day that won't come
| Tuesday, March 06, 2007 |
| Wake up exhausted |
| I was feeling pretty good today. I finally got up the nerve to do something. I got an ID, went to the porter's office and got myself the music room key. I felt so confident. I went to my room, grabbed some sheet music for some excellent tunes and headed to the music room. First things first, that room was disgusting. I guess we have some students here who think think they are the only ones who will use the music room, so they leave it as if it was their bedroom. I am not over exaggerating, there was dirty clothes, papers everywhere, instruments just laying on the ground, and a mic taped to a large stick that was taped to a chair along with a few glow sticks. I pushed the useless things aside so I could sit down at the piano, and placed the music. I took a deep breath, moved my hands into position and took a long hard look at the music. I made a singular note, middle C to be precise, and nervousness arose in me again. I couldn't do it. I realized I couldn't even attempt it. And now I'm back here, in my room, with a nervous pain in my chest. Nervousness that I just can't seem to shake. I wish i had courage and wasn't so ridiculous. |
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