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I kinda glad I chose not to write anything last night. I was way to upset and the fury seriously would have probally led me to say many things that I'd probally regret. But in all honestly I'm still slightly hurt. As much as I'm not encouraging anyone to see "bye bye birdie" but if you do tell me you're going.... I will be happy that someone has come to hear me play. Especially last night when I the only trombone player, and all of the solis turned into solos... yeah, so it was my chance to be like "you've never heard me play... heres your chance" So yes, I get really excited when people they'll come to my stuff... it makes me want to put so much more effort, and I did. And then I call after the show, and they aren't there... that crushed my little heart. Sure, the audience heard me... but they weren't paying attention... they didn't know it was me, and the people who would know and appreciate weren't there. Yeha, that was half of my last night... I'm not goign to go into the other half... for now.