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Yesterday afternoon sucked really badly. We had All Valley practice and we practicing at the thing I'm supposed to be like the best at...the two mallet piece. Well first Anthony played then we all played together, then job, then alan, ricky, Then it came time for me to play. I choked so badly I played it like three times...and I kept on hitting wrong notes, and I forgot the music...and I was so disgusted with myself...It's like...I fucking know this piece why am I messing it up so terribly...I felt so sad and then there was job all, oh look at me, I'm job, I'm play perfectly, I practice all the GODDAMN time ohh I'm a sophmore who can play better than some of our seniors, oh...I went back to BOA to go buy a teddy bear that said snare....*sigh* I fucking guess......After I thought I couldn't mess up the two mallet piece anymore we moved on to the four mallet piece, which is suprisingly easier. Well I just sat down while Anthony and Job played....I swear while job played it Mr. Guerra and Anthony were narrarating it or something, "oh it's a thing of beauty...Shut up! I think I wanted to cry, Then Anthony whipped out some sword and I thought I was real, with a wooden sheath, it wasn't, I wonder what would have happened if it was? *Raises Eyebrow...?* Mr. Guerra kept on asking if anything was wrong with me, Oh nothing. My choking even lasted till this morning when I went to the band hall to prove to myself that I could play it, It took me like seven fucking times to even remember the fucking music....and then during like the actual band practice we were playing Hurricane, and Ascencion...I kept messing up, am I even good at playing music? Why the hell am I there if I keep messing it up, I hate Brittany, and Herri, They're so stuck up, Brittany tries to start of the pit...Shut up, I let Trey do it cause he's a senior, and I don't know what I'm doing, but I refuse to take that shit from a freshman...and Herri thinks he's a drum major....I can't even type right, right now...Ughh so mad...