It was disappointing to lose, I won’t lie to you. Some vain part of me really wanted to do something incredible in my last competition. I wished I could have been part of the winning team once again, and we lost. As I said, it was disappointing.
I think I know exactly why this sort of thing happened, too. On second thought, I think most people understand what happened. It can boil the whole thing down to energy, and most of that has nothing to do with the physical state of our bodies. The type of rehearsal we had that day was what we needed to have had everyday prior, and still need to be having. An apparent flaw with this system cropped up because, and only because, that was the first time we had ever done that sort of thing. People didn’t sleep well, because they didn’t want to share a bed. People didn’t eat well, because they didn’t care for the food. It all came about as a shock, and it came out that way. That’s why we lost.
We really lost because people didn’t put out for the show. There’s something about really putting everything you are into something– anything, that produces worthwhile effects. Some people just don’t care, because they’ve never committed to anything. A select few are now above caring about something as menial and boring as a high school band. More common though, are people who don’t know they ought to care, and that’s my fault for not showing them that they should care. Sometimes, it’s about leaning into a note a little more, or playing a bit louder. Other times, it’s all about the theatrics– bending a bit to the right, ducking down for a subdued phrase… It’s about a mind set of a style that matches the music you’re performing to the audience. Sometimes, like in the 6/8, it’s only about putting on your mean face.
I said I was disappointed, and I suppose I really am. Vainly disappointed, I will admit, but I know we could have done it. We have done it before, but that just wasn’t quite it. What has happened this year is a quantum leap ahead of what happened last year. What I like most now isn’t the sound of my own keyboard, but the sound of the group, the impressive sound that ought to knock people down the the ground.
Maybe we would have won if we had taken a member of the audience down to the podiums at the end of the closer for a ritualistic sacrifice. Maybe we could light some of the Pit on fire, or hang a few guard members. Perhaps it would earn some points to simply break apart a stadium with sheer force and power of sound. If these don’t make sense to you, listen to the music; I swear I’m not insane.
We’ve already forgotten it though, and it doesn’t much matter. I hope this message makes it to you before the last performance. The sun is sinking, but it’s at that point of the day where it’s still light enough to make some changes. The sunset is crimson, I can see it. Make good on our threat before it’s too late. Please people, it’s time to take this show by it’s filthy, stinky hat, and spank it like our very own bratty children. Go on, slap someone with a trout.
I’ve kept my tongue shut this long, God help me find a way to keep silent a little longer. At least I feel safer at home again.
The show was disappointing; you disappoint me. I despise music.
Maybe I really do deserve it, but sometimes, I just wonder how it all works. It’s okay for so many different people to take advantage of me, but then things like this happen. These things happen. It’s okay, it’s allowed, but I’d hope it wouldn’t happen this much. I’d have hoped someone would have cared enough to care about my best friend, or even me? Is that selfish?
I don’t want to see you hurt, I promised lots ofp eople, including myself that. I’m not sure, however, if I can handle this. You’re my favorite, I swear, but please, I miss the old you. It’s hard for me to see all this chance, this person you’ve become digusts me. Please, leave me alone.
The most important thing to know, as I often forget, is that fighting about what’s happened isn’t worth while. Forgiving you is the most powerful thing I can do. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to be wanted by my friends.
All this and the fact that A Minor is the easiest minor key to play a keyboard. I wish I could learn to think outside myself. I just don’t think people you barely know should have to be the ones trying to make it better and people you call “friends” causing the trouble in the first place. Thanks, for nothing.
“We’ve done terrible things to each other, but we’ve got to forgive each other, or everything we were will mean nothing.”
I had something important to say, but this will work: if you treat me poorly, please don’t come to anything I do, ever. I am a little upset. People that preach independence kill me. Let’s all pretend that you don’t cringe every time you see him with her. If we can do that, I can overlook the fact that you’ve forgotten me, my other friends, and are dropping us like flies on your way to inner-peace and true harmony. You’re quite disgusting, but if that’s happiness, go for it.
You may think I don’t know much, but I promise, I know quite a bit. More than this though, I know that there’s a lot I don’t know. Simply by denouncing one opinion on assumption is true ignorance? Whatever, I don’t much care for you. Other than all that, thanks for a good party.