Rambling...........

Okay, this is going to be short, but, oh, well.

I am still sort of nervous about the competition, but my accompaniment thing went good yesterday, so not so freaked. (The fact I played it thirteen times last night helps, too!) I was practicing in an empty classroom at school, you know, just to get ready, since if we went home I would have exactly 0 minutes to practice, so I played some there, Meditation, Shastokovich, but mostly Haydn. I'd been playing about fifteen minutes, when Derek had to come in and get his backpack, and then Garik, who was waiting for his next class to start, kept watching me through the window, and then Lanie came in and I had to play the fast sixteenth note sections for her. It was just so weird! I usually practice all by myself, in my room, with Veronica occasionally commenting, like, "little higher on the F#", or "that shift is a bit muddy," etc. (She's a pianist, so she knows that kind of stuff.) Just, like, having people watching me when I'm practicing, makes me feel funny. I mean, it's not like they're, I dunno, judging me or something, (Lanie's the best of them, and she can barely play 'Twinkle, Twinkle,') but practicing has been a sort of personal thing for me, I guess. Only Veronica, my dad, my grandma, my grandpa, my aunt, Mira, Tera, and my teacher have heard me practice. Practicing, I mess up. I fudge trills, I shift wrong, I go flat. I'm not performing. It's just this weird sort of feeling.

When I got home I just sat in the shower and tried to figure out what made me feel so weird practicing in front of them. All I ended up with was hair that smelled like strawberry shampoo and a wet towel. So, that's still not solved. My stepmom asked what was up, since I got in bed right after dinner, (swedish meatballs, green beans, and mashed potatoes) and read 'The Mysterious Benedict Society' and 'The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Perilous Journey'. I tried reading a Phantom Stallion book, (Run away home) but I ended chucking it under the bed in exasperation. Sometimes cowgirls get on my nerves. I just told her I was tired (which was half true).

GTG,
Natasha