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Chapter 6 - Day 6

Sorry about that poor attempt at cliffhanging, it surely wasn't intentional —ish.

So where was I D?

Oh yeah, the stairs...

Coming down the stairs with my mind mov– , hahaha, I'm sure this is not even funny, I'm sorry, I really thought I was funny, I'll blame that on too much self absorption — not that I do that, or am that, just so we're clear...I'm not self absorbed, hopefully.

But D, I gotta be honest. Day 5 really was Day 5, I'm in today's night and really had a lot today, and wanna share, but honestly I think the truth is, I'm almost out of sync with my yesterday's experience. So I guess my lesson one would be ; learn to finish a story. I would try — but of course we'll know if I've learnt well as we go, wouldn't we?

So yeah...

'...they...'

There was a youth convention coming up. The week got busy, everyone got busy—mostly—, it was an opportunity, it came by only once a year, so everyone was mostly rattled up, especially if you were a youngster, or at least old enough to have hit puberty. And like most people in this circle, recognition is a valued quality. And amongst the reasons for the youth convention, this quality was definitely amongst the list of things that could be attained. Leave a mark, create an impression, make an impact, show what you've been gifted with, and you just might attain it.

So here I was, seated at a far back seat. The place was well lit, the faint sound of the 'Lister' — a big generator — could be heard, but it really was faint, and with the doors closed, it barely could be heard. At specific intervals, there were standing fans, the building in itself was large, and incredibly high, looking at it from the outside it looked like a story building one bigger than most, but from the inside it was just a single building, from ground to roof, with wide compartments, and a big compound. There were speakers, and from them you could hear what was being said and done with whoever held a mic, and right in front of me, a couple meters ahead, on an elevated platform were these people.

So here I was, seated on a chair looking at these group of people as they basked in what would be musical enjoyment, or rehearsals — it was rehearsals, they were rehearsing.

Given how it was preparations for the youth convention, they as a group holding a significant placement and role, had a part to play in it all. And given how the youth convention was what it was, I had also summoned the courage to be a part. I was gonna use this opportunity to try to make an impact, and put a gift on display, and for that reason I had come for auditions.

Given how big the convention was, especially here, and the audiences, and just how big it was in general, definitely no one was just going to allow you a stage to perform without any auditions. So I signed up, and for what exactly you ask? Well I could sing, I was good, I wrote songs, and I could sing — or I thought I did. I definitely thought I did, it was a serious conviction I had there. I really thought I could sing D.

Growing up, I listened to music, that's mostly what I did, and at a time, I discovered I had a decent drumming talent — or at least the hunger for it. As for my vocals, I never really paid attention to them, I had no interest at the time.

2 years before this convention was when I first discovered I could write songs, and well I could sing what I wrote, and to my ears, they were good, and thus, my conviction, so here came youth convention, people displayed awesomeness, vocals, instrumentation, inspiring talks, dances, stand up comedy, what else? Impacts here and there, recognition all over —of course impact was the goal though.

So what could they do that I couldn't — many things of course, but at least I had my singing.

This youth convention, was an international something, but where I was, was a branch — a big one, both in size and status, a perfect starting point, massive audience too.

My audition, I signed up. It had multiple stages, the small one; a single judge, and your fellow auditionees —since auditions are for several days, and are paced, it makes for few for each. Next stage; a bigger audience and the last, as I was to do music, I had to do the last with the music coordinator in person, so he could give his take. And at the last stage I was — told you I was good.

"Just wait I'm coming" at this point, I'd heard that phrase more time than I needed to, that I was almost certain I could have been able to recite it at heart even if it were a thousand word on a full page.

I had began to lost count of how many times I had to come and be given an excuse, to either why this coordinator was absent, busy, or late, too late that I had to come back, and now I was told to seat out back and wait, probably why I was seated on that seat looking at this group of people, doing their thing. They were the choir.

Yeah I could write songs and sing — according to my conviction— but like hell was I a choir boy or was gonna be. Nah, no thank you. I didn't even want that. My sister used to be a member, and wanted me in before that time, but like hell, I had my reasons, and the idea wasn't even conceivable to me. The closest idea I had gotten at the time or after that time, was to save up money, ask the drummer to tutor me and pay him — dumbest idea, but it could have worked — but even at that, joining wasn't an option.

Mr Coordinator was mostly busy, he had a lot on his plate, having to coordinate the choir, their back to back rehearsals and all, that didn't explain the absence though or the late coming, or fixing of schedule and not meeting it, but I found myself coming, I had come this far, I wasn't gonna back out now. Wasn't it just to come, of course I could do that, I just needed his approval so that I could be listed in, it would mean the world to me. So a little sacrifice was no biggie.

After having to come and meet up his scheduled fixes, and him not meeting up, over time he could spot me at a distance, because anytime I'd see him, I'd come to him, so he knew I was serious, he just couldn't meet up . And now they were rehearsing.

Hahaha, okay, I think I was doing something in that seat while they were rehearsing, like a ticklish bomb, I'm made to remember... Hahaha...

Okay I was using that time to write a new song, and I think what inspired me to write it was crazy, it was a girl I liked.

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