May 8, 2007 at 10:13 AMI needed to get to the pit rehearsal right away. So I rounded up my stuff and hopped in my car, which happened to be conveniently located in my bedroom. The exhaust bothered my roommates, but I was on the road to the PAC before they could finish their complaints. Upon arriving, I noticed I had no music. Not only that, but I seemed to have forgotten my violin. My violin! Where is it? I ran from the pit to the backstage, to a long series of winding halls and staircases. I had no idea where I was, or where my violin was. After interrupting several classrooms of students and making my way out of the building, out into the neighborhood, I found my car. The violin case was in the passenger front seat. It was too light when I picked it up, so I opened it and saw it had no violin. Oh no, where could it be? After cruising around on the streets of Honolulu, I drove home, which wasn't really home at all, but a place I'd never been, with unidentifiable roommates. One of them had displayed my violin amongst a row of other fiddles, all standing on their sides on the coffee table. My bow was between the table and the wall, and when I withdrew it, I immediately noticed that it was broken in two. The phone rang. It was the conductor, wondering if I would be making it back in time for intermission. “We need you to play Turkey in the Straw. It’s important to have a full sound from the violins for this part.” Ah, if only I could find my shoes...
Yes, I know, I failed the job application for writing fortune cookies, but I still try :(
Wait, it's not that cold anymore. Sorry, Emily, just trying to help!
Bears have two right feet.
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