Dude . . . I ******** rocked Solo & Ensemble- no joke! I got a 1! Yeeuh! whee
The night before (last night), I had a two-hour rehearsal with my accompanist. It was not sounding good- tottemo warui desu.
I was exhausted, completely hopeless, Julie's (accompanist) back was to me for all three rehearsals, so it was hard to come together, Henry was there and had to help her with her counting (like he was for the two other reharsals)- it was just going so, so horribly. At the end of the rehearsal, I felt so much like s**t that it all exploded and I had no emotional feeling towards it whatsoever. I was just depressed, seriously depressed that I just got up and put my violin away- not even so much as a snide and sardonic smile from me. I couldn't bring myself to do anything. After we'd left her apartment, I walked to the car with my head and spirits the lowest they'd ever been. I put my violin on the backseat, threw in my stand and then-
"Sasha." Oh, great, Henry was going try to boost my self-esteem with lowly platitudes.
But he pulled me into a hug instead. It wasn't a tight hug but a loose I-know-how-you-feel hug. At the time, it didn't surprise me nearly as much as how I responded to it. I hugged him back without even a thought. It only sunk in later when I was doing my Japanese work . . . ^ ^;
The clueless Sasha strikes again. rolleyes
"I'm really proud of you . . . kay?" I couldn't even speak at that point. I was flooded with both happiness and leftover craposity- I merely said . . .
"Mm . . ."
Do teachers usually do that kind of thing? confused
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