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A Capella Two Day Tour (AKA the novel about last weekend.)

So I am a senior in high school, and I’m in the school’s A Capella group, Sweet Transition. Every year the group goes on a Two Day Tour at the tail end of the year (Friday/Saturday), and we go around to elementary schools, after school programs, and we sing in the heavy pedestrian/shopping street. (We just call it Church Street, so I’m not sure how to describe it.) It was filled with laughing and belting One Direction in the van, and it kicked my ass, but I’ll never forget it.

Anyway, this is my first and last year to go on the Two Day Tour, and I’ve never had so much fun. The kids loved us; we got to dance and sing with them, and they asked us questions about what we do and the like. We met Levar, who ran the after school program, and he talked to us about how much it meant to him and the kids that we sang to them. It was a really heartfelt thing to say and we all greatly appreciated the positive responses from all of the people we performed for. Levar is also Fantasia’s (Like, American Idol, Fantasia) cousin, how cool is that?

We got to stay at a lake house, all thirteen of us, fifteen plus our teacher and our chaperone, who left Saturday morning…. So fourteen, but then one of us had to leave Saturday afternoon, and then there were thirteen.

We got to stay up late and talk and laugh and make cookies and have cuddle puddles. It was AWESOME. We played “Truth”, because we’re all too pussy to play “And Dare” and the Dare’s sucked anyways so…

Saturday morning, we all woke up and rehearsed. For three hours. But we had fun doing it and were focused on learning our music so the time went by pretty quickly. Around noon we went back to Church Street and performed, and met this adorable little girl with face paint and we sang “On My Way” from Ice Age with her. She said she wanted to be a singer and a librarian, pretty rad career choice, if you ask me. :)

Saturday night, we performed at an American Songbook Barbershop Showcase. It was intimidating as the international Barbershop champs, Joker’s Wild, were there, but I enjoyed their music, especially the jazzy oldies that the Chorus sang, and then we went up and performed ourselves.

We sang “Come Go With Me” by The Beach Boys, “Peter Gun” the TV Theme, and “Every Breath You Take” by The Police.

It was one of our best performances.

After, we went to the Afterglow, which is apparently what you call the after party for A Capella performances, and we gave and received a lot of compliments, which boosted our confidence a lot. 

Exhausted (Well, I was anyways), we went back to the lake house (LAKE HOUSE, GUYS.) and hung out.  We made more cookies and chatted and stuff, and then I crawled into bed sometime in the wee hours of the morning, probably before that though, I was like the first one to pass out.

Sunday morning was kind of melancholy and weary, just us going back home, trying to hold onto our last threads of alertness and laughing about the same inside jokes we’d been laughing about for two days.

But it was good, because we’re a big family and we’d see each other on Monday.

My brother isn’t coming to my graduation AKA I rant about my life

That does not make me feel good. It makes me feel unimportant. Of course, this whole past month has made me feel pretty fucking useless, like I could drop dead and it wouldn’t fucking matter because there are like 5 million more people just like me to take my place. 

I thought senior year was supposed to make me feel special, and at first it did, stuff went really well, but now I’m here in the background and it’s like I’m all by myself because I’m like the convenience friend who’s only around when people need me or when there’s no one better around, but supporting them’s only thing I’m good at anymore anyway so I mean why the fuck not. 

I’m just tired all the time and I don’t want to do anything but I can’t get better at things or be noticed if I don’t do shit and I’m frustrated all of the time. I feel like I constantly waste my time on the internet but it’s not like I’m going to stop or anything because I have no willpower… 

That and my math teacher said I reminded him of Ellen from CAMP and I’m not sure how that makes me feel. I know I feel like Ellen, the weird kid who constantly gets pushed to the side.

In conclusion I’m turning into a pessimist and everything makes me want to cry and I want to make things better but I can’t.