Night before 2nd last rehearsal:
Change cover, ask the band to learn new song.
Guitarist requested to change to bass.
Day of 2nd last rehearsal:
Male vox can't make it for rehearsal, IMMEDIATELY changed yet another cover.
Bassist dropped from band.
Found new bassist.
Had some one eat up MY ENTIRE REHEARSAL TIME, then said "I'm so sorry. I feel really bad about it." but gave the room to someone else to use the next minute.
And then come whining to me that her band is in an absolute mess.
HO HO HO.
MESS?
UNPREPARED?
YOUR BAND?
DAFUQ ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
You only had ONE original that you scrapped and had someone else give you one of their own.
Don't come complaining about recital STRESS when your situation is not like the one stated above.
Your apology holds no meaning to me. No sincerity.
Intention understood, but not appreciated.
And then your dearest boyfriend puts the blame on her for wasting time and eating into my rehearsal time?
Really?
Recording one song does NOT take 2 hours ya know...
And if you really didn't want to eat into my time,
fucking don't scrape that bloody song!
Is it that difficult to change to another genre, or change the style of singing?
Instead of plagarising and taking credit for another's hard work?
You can seek attention all you like,
and make your situation sound worse than mine,
but please stop.
You don't even come close, so don't bother to try.
Just don't push the blame to others.
We've got enough shit of our own, we don't need yours.
And stop guilting people, and making them cry.
They're my friends too ya know.
At the very least, I don't manipulate them like you did us.
And given my current mood, I'm prepared to annihilate anyone who hurts the people I treasure.
I've gone past feeling stressed, so please don't group me in that category of your definition of "stress" thankyouverymuch.
I'm so numb right now I don't even feel any urgency in anything.
My reaction to this whole recital saga is the BITCH PLEASE face.
Gone loopy, started singing Smurfs theme, Looney Tunes theme, Jingle Bells, laughed at Tim's dorky 2-second dance (for the 4th day in a row), planned how to destroy people's recitals by throwing grenades at them, or making them combust (like in the Spinal Tap movie), or if all else fails, rig a spring in the drum throne and press eject and watch them fly =D
And after rehearsal (and what was supposed to have been mine too)...
HO HO HO MERRY CHRISTMAS!
GRENADES NOW THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
Or a machine gun will do.
One whiny kid, one pathological liar, one blackmailer, one who can't prioritize.
AH FUCK IT.
WHERE'S THE GUN?
I'M ON A ROLL TO ANNIHILATE PEOPLE.
If not for Allie and Jourdan who decided that my situation was dire (cos I've gone to the point where I don't think anything is dire anymore, not even this) and gave up her rehearsal for me tonight, and Jourdan shared his slot with me on Sat too (what will you do without friends),
I may seriously just drop my recital and suck Tim's cock to pass.
Yes, seriously contemplated my plan B.
If blowjob not enough, lose virginity lor.
It sounds really desperate but I've gone so numb I don't even think so.
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Maybe I'll get through this after all.
Last minute, but sounding so much better than it has always been.
Work hard for now.
Sitting in front of my laptop singing songs is not all fun,
not as fun as it seems.
I'm not fucking around, enjoying myself.
I'm fucking nailing every single note, every single pitch, the rhythm, the phrasing,
working on my delivery of the entire piece.
I spent 2 hours singing one song on repeat and forced myself to continue even before I was bored to death of it.
I heard myself butcher the song, and slowly piece it back bit by bit.
It's not perfect, but I'll salvage whatever I can.
That's what I mean when I say recital is doomed.
It's not up to standard, but that doesn't mean giving up.