Part 2- Jukebox Tour
Part two and last part of mildly interesting things that have happened since my last May update.
It would be the Jukebox Tour of course.
Before I start, you need some back story, so that you kind of get what I was panicking about during the intermission.
About a week before the concert, my chorus teacher wanted our opinion on a problem of hers (before class we usually talk about things that are happening to us, if you need advice, you can ask the class about it. I like it. Actually, the other day I got the class on fighting and friendship for about 40 minutes to an hour. go me. ) Her problem was should she go to the Jukebox Tour concert (Clay Aiken's mother gave her tickets the day before) or should she go on a triple date (which she had planned a month before hand). Here's the problem. They were on the same day at the same time (by the way, what would y'all have done in that situation? I would've moved the dinner, since I'd have no power over the concert). Well, we all gave our suggestions and she said she'd tell us her decision before the concert (a.k.a. on Friday).
Well, Friday rolled in and I woke up miserably and had a bad morning and all that good stuff. That morning I had gym. Well, I went into the hot locker room and was just so irritated (I needed to turn in a form and this teacher with the last name Prat stopped me from doing so. Go figure. Oh the irony) and I went up to Jordan, and we started talking and then I went to go to the bathroom and change out for gym and she did the same. Then when I came back out and was attempting to shove my bookbag into my locker I mentioned how I was already having a bad day and how I was probably going to manage to break my arm in gym and miss the concert or something.
So we went out and did all those good things we do in gym and then we played dodgeball (we had a subsitute). Well, I decided to get a bit competitive and try to send the foam ball flying at this one guy and ended up pulling my shoulder in the wrong direction and then it reeeeally reeeeeeally hurt.
I went up to the subsitute and got sent to the Nurse's office and then had to go to urgent care (like the doctor's, just quicker. Not the emergency room).
As it turned out, I'd strained my rotary cuff. All I had to do was take some advil and not do anything to hurt it and I was good to go (the urgent care was right across the road from the concert venue, but I couldn't hear a sound check. *sigh*).
Now, here's the thing. Gym is first period for me. I MISSED Chorus. Meaning I didn't know if my chorus teacher was going to be there or not. Meaning I was panicking like "I'm going to be inquired about why I wasn't in choir if she sees me at the concert..." (more of my awful puns. INQUIRE IN CHOIR).
But I went to the concert because my shoulder was feeling better (Oh one of my friends isn't happy that I went without her. She couldnt' get tickets and I was going with my mom. I think she expected me to give her my mom's ticket. Errr... Nope, sorry, didn't give it to her). We went on the "shuttle" (a pick up truck pulling a trailer with seats in it. It was craaaamped) and then got off at the VIP parking (where I was nervous about having to face my teacher, but she wasn't at the VIP parking), where it looked like Clay's mama couldn't get a parking spot (nice).
Well, anyways, we got in and couldn't get a good seat! We were in lawn seating, and the lawn seating had PINE TREES IN IT! I ended up behind a pine tree (though I kept moving my chair over during the concert, eventually trampling this one gal's 12x12 blanket. She didn't need that much space).
Oh, and of course I was joking and punning all the way. This one girl was trying to start a chant, "We want Clay!" (it was a couple minutes past the time the concert was supposed to start) and I snapped back "Scrape the pine straw and mulch off the ground and you'll have clay!"
It was hooooot outside. I reckon it was about 97-100 degrees in heat index.
Well, the concert started up, Clay and his backup singers came out clad in clothes from the fifties and sang a medley of fifties songs (including Great Balls of Fire, at which I cracked up at). Then Clay started talking and then started talking about the weather... "I would've thought as a homecoming gift it would've been cooler! If everybody would just go *blows some air at the microphone* at the stage... 1,2,3 *other people are hot too. people blow air at the stage. everybody feels this draft of air. people crack up laughing*".
So the concert went on, including more joking, Elvis songs, and Clay cracking up with laughter midsong.
First half of concert is about to end.... Jokes about how the seventies are full of funk about how "and then there is the skinny white boy who is FUNK FREE!" and then there is Clay getting off topic a lot "And then we have Jacob, Quiana, and Angela... Their just having their own conversation, what ya talkin' 'bout would you like to share it with everbody?" and "What I'm trying to say is we've got Jacob, Quiana, and Angela, they'll be up there dancing.... WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT FROM SECOND ROW WITH BINOCULARS?".
Also, during the Elvis thing, Clay mentioned, who else, my chorus teacher. I sunk down in my seat with thinking "Oh God, she's going to find me and when she does....."
So then intermission came. And I was trying to stay out of sight by hanging behind my mama (remember my claustraphobia? that also causes panic in me when it comes to being found), hoping not to be seen by my chorus teacher.
Oh, and have you ever had anybody blow cigerette smoke in your face? It's disgusting. somebody did that to me. grrr.
But I did not run into my chorus teacher. *wiped brow*
So the concert started back up again, medleys medleys medleys, Clay mentioning that he'd forgotten the words to one of his songs three night in a row, new song (1000 days), new song (Back for More), Invisible, concert ended and I was keeping and eye out for my teacher so I could tell her why I wasn't in class...
Well, I was told on Monday that she DIDN'T go (she couldn't change the time of her date) and all that good stuff.
So yeah, it was a good concert, besides the fact of me panicking the whole time.
-Alyssa
(I'm able to quote it because I have the concert on CD.... Go me.)
It would be the Jukebox Tour of course.
Before I start, you need some back story, so that you kind of get what I was panicking about during the intermission.
About a week before the concert, my chorus teacher wanted our opinion on a problem of hers (before class we usually talk about things that are happening to us, if you need advice, you can ask the class about it. I like it. Actually, the other day I got the class on fighting and friendship for about 40 minutes to an hour. go me. ) Her problem was should she go to the Jukebox Tour concert (Clay Aiken's mother gave her tickets the day before) or should she go on a triple date (which she had planned a month before hand). Here's the problem. They were on the same day at the same time (by the way, what would y'all have done in that situation? I would've moved the dinner, since I'd have no power over the concert). Well, we all gave our suggestions and she said she'd tell us her decision before the concert (a.k.a. on Friday).
Well, Friday rolled in and I woke up miserably and had a bad morning and all that good stuff. That morning I had gym. Well, I went into the hot locker room and was just so irritated (I needed to turn in a form and this teacher with the last name Prat stopped me from doing so. Go figure. Oh the irony) and I went up to Jordan, and we started talking and then I went to go to the bathroom and change out for gym and she did the same. Then when I came back out and was attempting to shove my bookbag into my locker I mentioned how I was already having a bad day and how I was probably going to manage to break my arm in gym and miss the concert or something.
So we went out and did all those good things we do in gym and then we played dodgeball (we had a subsitute). Well, I decided to get a bit competitive and try to send the foam ball flying at this one guy and ended up pulling my shoulder in the wrong direction and then it reeeeally reeeeeeally hurt.
I went up to the subsitute and got sent to the Nurse's office and then had to go to urgent care (like the doctor's, just quicker. Not the emergency room).
As it turned out, I'd strained my rotary cuff. All I had to do was take some advil and not do anything to hurt it and I was good to go (the urgent care was right across the road from the concert venue, but I couldn't hear a sound check. *sigh*).
Now, here's the thing. Gym is first period for me. I MISSED Chorus. Meaning I didn't know if my chorus teacher was going to be there or not. Meaning I was panicking like "I'm going to be inquired about why I wasn't in choir if she sees me at the concert..." (more of my awful puns. INQUIRE IN CHOIR).
But I went to the concert because my shoulder was feeling better (Oh one of my friends isn't happy that I went without her. She couldnt' get tickets and I was going with my mom. I think she expected me to give her my mom's ticket. Errr... Nope, sorry, didn't give it to her). We went on the "shuttle" (a pick up truck pulling a trailer with seats in it. It was craaaamped) and then got off at the VIP parking (where I was nervous about having to face my teacher, but she wasn't at the VIP parking), where it looked like Clay's mama couldn't get a parking spot (nice).
Well, anyways, we got in and couldn't get a good seat! We were in lawn seating, and the lawn seating had PINE TREES IN IT! I ended up behind a pine tree (though I kept moving my chair over during the concert, eventually trampling this one gal's 12x12 blanket. She didn't need that much space).
Oh, and of course I was joking and punning all the way. This one girl was trying to start a chant, "We want Clay!" (it was a couple minutes past the time the concert was supposed to start) and I snapped back "Scrape the pine straw and mulch off the ground and you'll have clay!"
It was hooooot outside. I reckon it was about 97-100 degrees in heat index.
Well, the concert started up, Clay and his backup singers came out clad in clothes from the fifties and sang a medley of fifties songs (including Great Balls of Fire, at which I cracked up at). Then Clay started talking and then started talking about the weather... "I would've thought as a homecoming gift it would've been cooler! If everybody would just go *blows some air at the microphone* at the stage... 1,2,3 *other people are hot too. people blow air at the stage. everybody feels this draft of air. people crack up laughing*".
So the concert went on, including more joking, Elvis songs, and Clay cracking up with laughter midsong.
First half of concert is about to end.... Jokes about how the seventies are full of funk about how "and then there is the skinny white boy who is FUNK FREE!" and then there is Clay getting off topic a lot "And then we have Jacob, Quiana, and Angela... Their just having their own conversation, what ya talkin' 'bout would you like to share it with everbody?" and "What I'm trying to say is we've got Jacob, Quiana, and Angela, they'll be up there dancing.... WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT FROM SECOND ROW WITH BINOCULARS?".
Also, during the Elvis thing, Clay mentioned, who else, my chorus teacher. I sunk down in my seat with thinking "Oh God, she's going to find me and when she does....."
So then intermission came. And I was trying to stay out of sight by hanging behind my mama (remember my claustraphobia? that also causes panic in me when it comes to being found), hoping not to be seen by my chorus teacher.
Oh, and have you ever had anybody blow cigerette smoke in your face? It's disgusting. somebody did that to me. grrr.
But I did not run into my chorus teacher. *wiped brow*
So the concert started back up again, medleys medleys medleys, Clay mentioning that he'd forgotten the words to one of his songs three night in a row, new song (1000 days), new song (Back for More), Invisible, concert ended and I was keeping and eye out for my teacher so I could tell her why I wasn't in class...
Well, I was told on Monday that she DIDN'T go (she couldn't change the time of her date) and all that good stuff.
So yeah, it was a good concert, besides the fact of me panicking the whole time.
-Alyssa
(I'm able to quote it because I have the concert on CD.... Go me.)