18th

1812~

Somehow....it really didn't have the feel of a concert

we just played our songs

and before the concert we played our band song...

and all the s3s cried...

it seemed as though my tears were used up that afternoon

and midway through NYJC's performance

I suddenly felt that it was the last time we were performing with Joyce

somehow it all came crashing down on me

and I cried....a tear  

anticlimax

and the people around me thought I was some sort of mad psycho

I always feel sad at the weirdest times

like, the times where I'm NOT supposed to be sad

must be the hormones

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on an angrier note

we came very early in the morning to move platforms ( and my shin got banged thanks to an overexcited mover)

and this bunch of idiots were just sitting there

there, on the seats that we already arranged

and they just looked on and on

at the show

and chit chit chatted

hey guys

I suppose just because you are seniors and stuff, you guys aren't supposed to do any crude work?

instead you just sit there and moan later about how late we are and how our rehersal is delayed?

well, I supposed it never crossed your puny, high-classed minds that maybe, just maybe if you moved your delicate fingers and actually helped us move some chairs...

we might be able to start earlier?

just a thought, guys

or maybe

this is some form of our band's hierarchy?

I supposed the term 'good times are for sharing, hard times are for working together' has gone out of date

and fashion plated, materialistic, double-standard people are in?

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1812

a concert that shows how wonderful our band is