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i got to miss all my classes because concert choir sang for people on valentines day. i was a little scared at first because my part was the hardest part out of all the parts and i didn't know it that well. but i just told myself to sing it good and i'll have to worry about. well i did sing it good and my quartet sounded awesome. i believe we were the best out of all the quartets. we sang an old skool barbershop quartet song called "let me call you sweetheart"
during one of the periods my quartet came back from singing and all the girls who weren't out singing were crowded around the piano. i went to go see why. i thought that mr cole was about to go over parts so i wanted to join. but what i saw was a boy at the piano. he was a senior, he was ok/cute looking for someone short and skinny but he had beautiful blue eyes, and a beautiful voice. it didn't take me long to realize why all the girls were surrounding him. he just finished a song when i went to listen to him and he was asking for water. one of the girls screams "get the boy some damn water!" he got it, drank some, and then continued to play the rest of his songs. Listening to him play the piano and sing at the same time was a whole new experience for me. I absolutley loved it! One of his songs brought some girls to tears and almost made me cry too. I was so sad when the period was over and he ran out his songs. It was like a live up close and personal concert. I will never forget that. And i hope that when he gets big and famous he won't forget that day too.
anyways after school i went to dinner with my ex-boyfriend. he called me the night before and asked me if i wanted to and i was like sure. it wasn't to get back together it was just a friends eating together thing. i don't want to get back together with him but i do like spending time with him. (is that bad?) The food was bad because i tried all these different things that i didn't end up liking but the company was perfect. I was laughing the whole time.