It’s one thing for you to go on stage half-blind in front of your whole school two-thirds naked. It’s another for the only thing clothing you falls off at the end of the performance. Fortunately, the latter didn’t quite exactly happen the way that it was portrayed.
Today was the MLK assembly for SCPA, in where the clubs and arts portray the diversity and impact that Martin Luther King Jr. has done to society. I was in two performances: singing in Choral Ensemble, and doing the haka. The choral performance was a lot better than the run through the other day. However, my voice just couldn’t project because of haka practice. I don’t care what Chris Le said… actually, I don’t even know why I even conceded to his belief. The haka does not improve your range hahah (that’s not the reason why I joined though).
Anyways, back to choral, we did three songs. Let Freedom Ring, Tear Them Down, and Elijah Rock. Doing the Elijah Rock was a bit iffy, seeing that we are singing that song next week. I don’t know… it kind of ruins the interest and excitement of an unheard song. Oh well… all in all, not bad.
After Choral was done, I immediately got changed into my “man-skirt,” as Adrian puts it -.- Seeing that there were only 3 performances in between us, I felt really rushed. The face paint, the baby oil… but the worst part was the skirt. When we reached the wings of the stage, my skirt began to fall off, so I tried fixing it. As I was fixing the skirt, the curtains began to roll, so I rushed the knot, and forgot to double knot -.-
Tika tonu went well… I could have been more fierce in the face than in the hands hahah. But as potere was ending, my skirt began to fall off. According to the video Ryan Bosia shot, all the crowd began to shout out or scream… awkward a bit? haha. Even though I messed that up, apparently my intensity made up for it. Me and DJ were the only ones who were bleeding from the scratches… everyone else were a bunch of pansies 
. People kept on asking me “is that real blood?” Well… lets see, I guess its possible that I had snuck red crayons in my nails. But dude… cmon. Yes, it is real blood. Why did I scratch myself that hard? Because… you’re kind of supposed to. Oh well… it was funny when all the haka kids ran into Paige’s office
Even though it’s fun, the haka gets very tiring. People asked me if the scratches hurt. Compared to my throat, these blood marks are nothing. I can’t sing… it’s hard to talk sometimes. I worry that I’ll be ready for next thursdays concert. I have to… there’s only five basses, including me. I guess Im thankful for having Monday off to rest my voice even more. Once KP is over… most likely, I’ll be glad to have my voice restored to normal
In the meantime, I need to find some flood/worklights.
Ahh… I thank God for the day of rest.
Good job to the rest of PAPIA, Choral, and everyone who performed hoy!
(except for you, Kevin. Sorry… by singing the alto line on that stanza, you ruined Let Freedom Ring. That’s inexcusable 
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