They lie, you know, about everything. Oh, you know who I’m talking about. The infamous “they,” that seem to follow everyone around, judging, making assumptions. Things are different than they used to be, and I can’t stand it.
Sweets, the all-girl show choir that I made my way into as a Freshman this year, was known for being “fierce” as “they” like to say. My mom was so proud of me when I fought my way in with a revised, key changed arrangement of “I’m Not That Girl” from the Broadway musical, Wicked.
“Haylee! Freshman never get into advanced show choirs!” Well, it turns out that the choir is now 3/4 Freshman.
I’m no longer special.
Although, I did land the opener solo. “Twilight Zone”—Yep, Mannhattan Transfer. I’ve never heard of them before, so I looked them up. A bunch of geezers! They’re, like, in their 80’s.
I know—quit complaining.
Enough for now. Time to go see our blaze-happy cherographer.
<3,
PSCK