Hmm... It's really been a while since I started our conversations with a 'Hey D' or a 'Dear Diary'
By now I would have told you how my day went, and I've been meaning to tell you for some days now, at least I've not been all coupled up indoors.
The day before yesterday I got a contract — yeah I wish. Actually a coursemate needed my help, they were far from campus, they'd gone back home and somethings needed processing at campus here, and they needed an available hand, and of course, the me that have no 'happy home', here I am, awfully available, so why not I do it hmm? Besides I needed to do mine too and thus I'm having 4 coursemate's stuffs to help em do.
You know what's catchy for me though, is that I want to charge em for it. Of course for most unavailable students at campus, sending a representative is supposed to cost ya. But normal me wouldn't ask for it, I'd do it cause I want to. And I loved that me, you know. But here I am, looking for a charge, this better be a change for the better.
Looking at it though I need money for a travel I need to make.
I really have a lot to talk to you about. And yeah, before it slips my mind. Remember how I mentioned students loan weren't possible? Well guess what? Hehehe...well they still are — to me though, kinda feels personal at this point.
Recently almost certainly outta no where, the government started issuing student loans, to be paid back 2 years, after graduation and serving. 'Now here's a conspiracy theory, I'm saying this in a whisper so let it remain that way. There's a conspiracy theory, that this particular loan is just the government reaching out, and the paying back of it might not — some say WILL not— be needed or necessary. So the summary of the theory is that it's probably free money.
Now believe me, that's barely my problem, the problem staring me right in the face is that, since I am running a school program and not fully a true student yet, I ain't got no qualifying grounds. Would you look at that? Oh well their loss — they don't know.
Also it seems my 'program' results are out. God help if I'm allowed mine cause of school fees problem.
And also, I applied for a contract today— an actual one — a Webnovel contract. I pray and hope I do get this contract, It'll mean a lot to me, a whole lot, I mean it literally determines if our little day to day talks continue.
Oh well
So yeah...
What was this group like...?
I had no idea what to expect. Just like every other day, I attended the general meeting but after it, what normally would be time for me to worry about my auditioning, or Mr Coordinator showing up, or just having to go back home, now was slightly different, if not overly different. After the general meeting and the time for groups to have their varying meetings or rehearsals, I slowly but steadily made my way up to the elevated platform, and quietly got my humble self a back seat. Today I was just going to observe, period. So eyes peeled, ears open, and proper watching. When it was time, rehearsals started.
Ahem...given I was a celebrity, and a well known individual, one with high prominence and presence, there was no need for an introduction, it took a lot just for the choir members to not stand up from their seats, cheering and giggling over my name, and running to me for autographes. So to avoid commotion and even a stampede, I had to be considerate and Mr Coordinator knowing this, cooperated. So yeah, there were no introductions — just so you know I'm not pained.
Looking around, there were lots of faces, but given the convention this was normal, though the numbers were really a handful. As my gaze continued it's survey, I saw a familiar face —my rapper friend. He wasn't an official member of the choir, but seeing as he was there, it meant he joined for the convention, well seemed I wasn't the only new one indeed, and with him was his brother, same choir, nice I thought, on other days he'd be standing or you'd spot him in this ushering duty, seemed he too was joining the choir for the convention, nice.
In my report of the day, I guess, observation would be the best option I'd have to relay. Well with no complaints or anything, I was available for the next rehearsals, everyone was busy, lots of things to do. So rehearse rehearse we did. I'm not anti-social or anything, but I don't remember any interactions I had. I probably stayed there trying my best to learn the songs, and afterwards fled home — went home, please, there was no fleeing.
And just like that, days passed and steadily, it was the day for the main event.
The uniforms for the choir weren't too gruesome, so I was able to concort decent combinations, and was well blended in.
"SOMEBODY MAKE SOME NOISE!" And thus it had began. Finally, the 5 day annual youth convention was finally here. And as expected, each day ended with pumped up blood for the next. Everything was delivered uniquely, varieties, from comedy to dance, to musicals, melo dramas, name it, every moment was filled with cheers, laughter, awe. At the end of each day, people had topics to discuss, who was the funniest, who they loved more, what they enjoyed. And you'd expect me to be basking in all this too, enjoying every moment. But nah, sorry to disappoint you. Knowing that with each day ending brought my D-day closer, I was in no mood to be basking or soaking anything in. I couldn't even, every performance I watched just turned me into a top certified analyist with a century worth experience.
'Okay don't move this way, that way seems better, okay seems the mic should be held this way, oh maybe the other way, hmm seems my face should be like this, no no no no, maybe like that'. And just like that, was how each performances turned into a dicing sample for my mind to dissect. And you'd assume it'll get better, haha, well it did move a top notch. Today— the 3rd day— even got better, my mind developed a heartbeat all of a sudden, my heart started pumping bloods I didn't know I had, my tears respected themselves, my legs, not so much. Prior to this, I had no idea my hands had a separate brain it used to function, cause the only information that brain was giving it was 'shake for daddy', and it gladly did, shaking even it's boody that I didn't know it had. Any moment from now I'd hear my name, maybe that was even more terrifying.
After the order of program was laid before the main day, I was told "You guys would be performing on the day 3" of course 'prepare yourselves very well' was probably added to that sentence, but I doubt my ears grabbed it over the crazy throbbing my heart decided to engage it.
And yeah, as if knowing I might die of excessive heart beat, it finally came over the speakers
"LET'S MAKE WELCOME... ----" Aside knowing that our names were announced, I can assure you that was really all I heard.
My sloppy legs, moved on their own as my hand brains also spoke to my hand to take the provided mic, and maybe luckily for me, I didn't have to walk from within the crowd to the set stage, who knows, maybe my legs would have given in. The choir were set just beside the main stage, and could easily access it, thus eliminating the 'walk down the aisle' part of everything.
Leading in front was my rapper friend, after grabbing the mic, dude was on fire
"SOMEBODY MAKE SOME NOISE!" He started
"ARE WE READY!"
And like a cue, Bom...Bom ... our record made it's way through the speakers and engulfed the entire building.