I am the best.
Guess who did the most spectacular, marvelous, incredible, super, fantastic, exceptionally well, ingenious, most AWESOME X 300 performance the world has ever seen?
Well, not me. But I did do very very well. Since I was number 10 out of 12 people (it ended up being 11 in the end, bao rei wasn't there) the performances leading up to mine were most interesting. Not the actual playing, what I noticed in my surroundings caught my attention. Before I get to that, I should probably say what went on before the recital started.
Mom had to park in the Shnucks parking lot since the Yamaha place didn't have any spaces left in their small parking lot. So she drops me off at the building and I walk inside. The outside is really deceiving. The building is a lot bigger than it looks. I got lost because there were so many rooms with so many pianos. I wander around aimlessly for a couple minutes, pretending to know what I am doing. I can hear some snippets of recital pieces, all of which Choo Choo or I have played. I find the recital hall and Alla greets me. I put down my coat and scarf on two seats, then decide to go and walk some more. I go through the back of the hall.
"Hello," said a cheery voice behind me. I turn and see Dan standing there with a wide smile on his face. Even though I wasn't wearing heels, since Mom didn't let me, he was quite a few inches shorter than me. I say hi and then keep walking. We meet Bradley Lai, who is there as well. He pretends to know so much about pianos.
"This one is actually a lot better than that one. I tried a lot of them already, and this one definitely sounds the best." It's a white piano with a word in an elaborate font that escapes me, and then I play some of it. It was okay. Alla tells everyone the recital was about to begin, so we all go in and sit down. Now I can get to my interesting surroundings.
This is a long list, and these are some findings that I made. (Demetri Martin.) Some are funny, some are not. *turns page* There were so many findings about Hunan Lady that she gets an entire subtopic of her own.
U.H.L.
- Her earlobes are shaped funny. The bottom kind of curves outward and horizontally flat. It looked weered.
- She has this bald spot that's growing out of the back of her head, leaning towards her left. It has a few hairs growing out of it, but it makes a large area of her scalp entirely visible.
- She is mean. I think I saw them immersed in a tug-of-war over the program. Or something.
- Her daughter keeps turning around and looking at people.
- Her daughter wears tennis shoes everywhere. Concerts, performances, school...concerts.
- Her daughter is short.
Other findings
- There is a person who isn't asian sitting on the opposite end of the aisle from me. He is sitting with another woman but I can't tell who either of them are.
- I am wondering where Dan's parents are, because he seems to be sitting alone in the front with a video camera. From the looks of it, he is pretty happy. The camera looks shiny and brand new.
- You know ugly lady number two? Whose son's lesson is after mine? Well, you don't. But she always comes at least five minutes early and when she sits and waits, she talks. A lot. And not that quietly, either. Guess what? She not only talks during my lesson, she talks during recitals too. I can hear her conversing with someone across the aisle from me. I think it's her son.
- Turns out U.L. #2 has two sons. They look the same, only the older one is taller and his eyes are smaller and farther apart.
- When you are listening to a performance, you should not get that crusty feeling in your eyes you get when you first wake up. That's what happened to me.
- Through my (periferal? peripheral?) vision, I see the non-Asian talking with Dan and pointing at his shiny camera. With my entire vision, I see the guy has a smile on his face and then I see Dan smiling too. They're talking softly, unlike the people across the aisle from me.
- I realize that the non-Asian, as I've come to call him, is Dan's stepdad. Or mom's boyfriend. A brief shift in position from him made me see that the lady sitting next to him was his mom. I forgot that his parents got divorced. Mom mentioned that Dan's dad was with a different woman last year at sixth grade open house.
- A couple performances later, Dan plays. I look to my left at the program in Mom's hand. Then, through my periferull vision again, I see Dan's dad watching Dan's performance through the door. I felt really sad. He looks proud, but at the same time he seems very hesitant to come in.
- The eighth performance, Bradley does a great job. Mom says I should use that expression in my playing. Dad thought that he shouldn't play Chopin by making it obvious that he is keeping the beat in his head.
- The ninth performance. One before mine. My hands are cold, even though I have no reason to be nervous. I see Dan looking at me and waving. But I guess he was waving through me once I realized that I am right in his path of vision to look at his dad. Dan's stepdad sees Dan waving, then looks out the door. Upon seeing who it is, he looks back at the performer quick. Dan's mom sees his dad too and frowns. She looks a little longer than Dan's stepdad but turns back anyways.
That's all the findings I made that I can remember right now. The entire time I was listening to people, I was trying to remember all these things that I found out so I could update about them in my LJ. Oh yeah! How could I forget the most important of all?
As I turned to face the three-legged monster, I could feel my palms drenched in sweat. He was a massive hulk of a beast, easily nine feet in length. With a pitch black coat thick and hard as stone, his icy cold gaze seemed to stare at me, challenging me. The challenge is accepted without hesitation and I strike quickly and truly. Although I could feel the inside of my hands hot, the outer skin on the back of my hands were freezing. I ignored this fact since the rage of war was engulfing me, swallowing me up. Soon, only one would come victorious. Another moment's wait and he would have bested me in the battle. I raise my hands, the welcoming, warm feeling of victory wash over my battle-stained figure.
I think I've been reading too much Eragon. So far, the book is only meh. It's good and everything, but I just think..it's so straightforward about everything. There's never any suspense. There's stuff like, "He froze. Then, the Urgals attacked, running along the line of..." stuff like that. No cliffhangers at the end of chapters. That's pretty much all I have to complain about. Okay, so my entry's done. That bit about Dan made me sad, but don't ask why. It just did.
Well, not me. But I did do very very well. Since I was number 10 out of 12 people (it ended up being 11 in the end, bao rei wasn't there) the performances leading up to mine were most interesting. Not the actual playing, what I noticed in my surroundings caught my attention. Before I get to that, I should probably say what went on before the recital started.
Mom had to park in the Shnucks parking lot since the Yamaha place didn't have any spaces left in their small parking lot. So she drops me off at the building and I walk inside. The outside is really deceiving. The building is a lot bigger than it looks. I got lost because there were so many rooms with so many pianos. I wander around aimlessly for a couple minutes, pretending to know what I am doing. I can hear some snippets of recital pieces, all of which Choo Choo or I have played. I find the recital hall and Alla greets me. I put down my coat and scarf on two seats, then decide to go and walk some more. I go through the back of the hall.
"Hello," said a cheery voice behind me. I turn and see Dan standing there with a wide smile on his face. Even though I wasn't wearing heels, since Mom didn't let me, he was quite a few inches shorter than me. I say hi and then keep walking. We meet Bradley Lai, who is there as well. He pretends to know so much about pianos.
"This one is actually a lot better than that one. I tried a lot of them already, and this one definitely sounds the best." It's a white piano with a word in an elaborate font that escapes me, and then I play some of it. It was okay. Alla tells everyone the recital was about to begin, so we all go in and sit down. Now I can get to my interesting surroundings.
This is a long list, and these are some findings that I made. (Demetri Martin.) Some are funny, some are not. *turns page* There were so many findings about Hunan Lady that she gets an entire subtopic of her own.
U.H.L.
- Her earlobes are shaped funny. The bottom kind of curves outward and horizontally flat. It looked weered.
- She has this bald spot that's growing out of the back of her head, leaning towards her left. It has a few hairs growing out of it, but it makes a large area of her scalp entirely visible.
- She is mean. I think I saw them immersed in a tug-of-war over the program. Or something.
- Her daughter keeps turning around and looking at people.
- Her daughter wears tennis shoes everywhere. Concerts, performances, school...concerts.
- Her daughter is short.
Other findings
- There is a person who isn't asian sitting on the opposite end of the aisle from me. He is sitting with another woman but I can't tell who either of them are.
- I am wondering where Dan's parents are, because he seems to be sitting alone in the front with a video camera. From the looks of it, he is pretty happy. The camera looks shiny and brand new.
- You know ugly lady number two? Whose son's lesson is after mine? Well, you don't. But she always comes at least five minutes early and when she sits and waits, she talks. A lot. And not that quietly, either. Guess what? She not only talks during my lesson, she talks during recitals too. I can hear her conversing with someone across the aisle from me. I think it's her son.
- Turns out U.L. #2 has two sons. They look the same, only the older one is taller and his eyes are smaller and farther apart.
- When you are listening to a performance, you should not get that crusty feeling in your eyes you get when you first wake up. That's what happened to me.
- Through my (periferal? peripheral?) vision, I see the non-Asian talking with Dan and pointing at his shiny camera. With my entire vision, I see the guy has a smile on his face and then I see Dan smiling too. They're talking softly, unlike the people across the aisle from me.
- I realize that the non-Asian, as I've come to call him, is Dan's stepdad. Or mom's boyfriend. A brief shift in position from him made me see that the lady sitting next to him was his mom. I forgot that his parents got divorced. Mom mentioned that Dan's dad was with a different woman last year at sixth grade open house.
- A couple performances later, Dan plays. I look to my left at the program in Mom's hand. Then, through my periferull vision again, I see Dan's dad watching Dan's performance through the door. I felt really sad. He looks proud, but at the same time he seems very hesitant to come in.
- The eighth performance, Bradley does a great job. Mom says I should use that expression in my playing. Dad thought that he shouldn't play Chopin by making it obvious that he is keeping the beat in his head.
- The ninth performance. One before mine. My hands are cold, even though I have no reason to be nervous. I see Dan looking at me and waving. But I guess he was waving through me once I realized that I am right in his path of vision to look at his dad. Dan's stepdad sees Dan waving, then looks out the door. Upon seeing who it is, he looks back at the performer quick. Dan's mom sees his dad too and frowns. She looks a little longer than Dan's stepdad but turns back anyways.
That's all the findings I made that I can remember right now. The entire time I was listening to people, I was trying to remember all these things that I found out so I could update about them in my LJ. Oh yeah! How could I forget the most important of all?
As I turned to face the three-legged monster, I could feel my palms drenched in sweat. He was a massive hulk of a beast, easily nine feet in length. With a pitch black coat thick and hard as stone, his icy cold gaze seemed to stare at me, challenging me. The challenge is accepted without hesitation and I strike quickly and truly. Although I could feel the inside of my hands hot, the outer skin on the back of my hands were freezing. I ignored this fact since the rage of war was engulfing me, swallowing me up. Soon, only one would come victorious. Another moment's wait and he would have bested me in the battle. I raise my hands, the welcoming, warm feeling of victory wash over my battle-stained figure.
I think I've been reading too much Eragon. So far, the book is only meh. It's good and everything, but I just think..it's so straightforward about everything. There's never any suspense. There's stuff like, "He froze. Then, the Urgals attacked, running along the line of..." stuff like that. No cliffhangers at the end of chapters. That's pretty much all I have to complain about. Okay, so my entry's done. That bit about Dan made me sad, but don't ask why. It just did.