Thursday, March 31, 2016 "Heavy Tensions."

Thursday, March 31, 2016
Week: 33
Songs to Remember: Deepened - Brave Girls,

        Emotions ranging from despair to hopelessness, physical feelings of weakness, and everything in between. As the VSA club representative had said at the meeting during the middle of it, "You could feel the tension. Everybody is stressed out, which means we're working hard on making a perfect show."

        6:00 AM was when I had to get up. I learned my lesson from last time I had to wake up for a day show performance, and that is to never arrive the exact time the officers tell everyone to arrive, no matter how strict it seems. I came to school at 6:25 AM, the theater door was thankfully open. My hommie Dv was there, guess he works on the lights or something or part of the VSA show in some way since no way he'd get to school at this time.

        Not everybody was there yet, but there were about half, so, it's all good. We were going to be starting practice run-throughs soon, so uh, I got dressed, wore shorts for the first time since when I had P.E. Definitely was fucking cold since it was shorts, heh. Had on my KDT shirt, more people started arriving, people were doing hair, makeup, all that. I started to just to work since there really was nothing to do. And by the way, Th came late 'cause he supposedly "stabbed" himself. And whadya know, he really did. Came in with gauze on his hand, which, soon after, his gauze-covered wound started bleeding again so he got more gauze from the nurse's office. Just, something you never see everyday, heh.

        It was almost time for our practice stage performance, we went to the sides, and bam, the 1st and only run-through I think. Did I mess up? A little bit, I messed up in almost every performance out of the 6 today, but they were so marginal that of course, unless you knew what we were doing beforehand, like our routine and moves, you wouldn't be able to tell at all. Anyways, 8:00 AM soon struck and 1st period of day show started.

        'Course, the 1st performance of day show, actual performance, always makes you tingle. It feels a bit like Lunar Show again, just less hype. People described it as being tiring towards the 3rd performance, and I agree, I yawned like almost every time we went to the sides to be "on deck" (be ready to go on after the current act).

        I essentially spent half of the day grinding performances and doing work in between. When my tablet battery ran out, I switched to my phone, and after finishing basically all of math and Biology work, And, since I had no PC, I couldn't do Chinese work ( which is due Saturday anyways). It really did felt grindy, like, I was getting pissed off at the VSA people for how they were running shit, I didn't really feel the music so I never really gave it my all.

        Things took a wild turn towards 3rd and 4th period. A lot, and I mean a lot, of drama happened, it almost seemed surreal. Not in any particular order, uhh, one guy in our KDT thing, he does a split as part of the performance dance thing, and uh, I think during 3rd period, after the performance, he suddenly got really upset, people were crowding around him (just KDT people). He explained that his pants ripped, of course, from doing the splits. I found it surprising that almost everybody assumed it was from doing the splits (which it was). Just something I wanted to point out. "My pants ripped." "From doing the splits?"

        He wasn't crying, I wouldn't say he was crying, he was just really upset. The rip was pretty large so, no fabric could be sewn or whatever. He essentially had to get new pants (shorts) but nobody had any sort of shorts on hand. People suggested he could just skip a performance or so, but he didn't really want to. I was like "Damn, he really wants to perform." Said so himself, he looked forward to doing all of the acts.

        Eventually we just got him some gray joggers for him to wear over his shorts. He worried that it wouldn't look great, that he'd look different from everyone else (in terms of outfit) but we assured him nobody would notice (the audience of course). And uh, yeah. Got right back to performing, problem solved. Another problem that arose was how the walkway through the music equipment room that we were all in was always somehow being blocked, that there wasn't ever a clear space for people to walk through, run through, in case shit happens, which shit does.

        This one guy, who is part of the cabinet for Chinese club, and in the, uhh, performing arts club group IRIS (not sure what you call it. Sword dancing? They've danced with flags, this time it was swords), got reall upset over how these dudes had to pull chairs to sit, basically in the walkway, making the area more cluttered, rather than just sitting down on the ground like everybody else. If I remember correctly, he said something along the lines of "Why do you have to pull up a chair? What are you a big baby that has to have a chair to sit on instead of sitting on the ground like everybody else?" "... Stupid, stupid, stupid..." And then he started tearing up.

        This wasn't at all meant to be offensive. I could feel how like, that feeling that you cannot comprehend someone else's mindset, that he was feeling. He essentially ran Lunar Show, and it was great. He understands the stress the VSA members have to go through to run it all, and he doesn't like how people don't cooperate, such as not cluttering the walkway, and that the VSA cabinet is under enough stress as it is.

        And probably one of the most, shocking thing that happened today: somebody collapsed. It was towards the end of 4th period, after the performance. One of our KDT members, the one who dances next to me in the chorus of "Hate," collapsed in the corner of the room we were in. I didn't see it myself, but the next thing I knew, people were crowding around, KDT members of course, and word spread amongst us KDT members that she collapsed.

        We ruled it as either sleep, or food. I still am not sure which, there's many possibilities but those are the two most plausible ones. Maybe she didn't get to sleep much last night, and having to get to school by 6:30 AM, considering she lives about a 30 minutes away or so, and has to get ready at home as well, she probably had to get up at maybe 5:00 AM or so. I heard that she had to run to school, since that maybe since it's so early her parents are way too tired to drive her.

         I don't know. But what matters is that she's better now. She recovered by 6th period to do the bootleg troll performance. During 6th period there was a lot of foolery going on, consisting of, but not limited to, coming up with bootleg ways to add/change to the dances that were in our performance (for example, replacing a move with a whipe in the "Get Out" dance or whatever), going onto Th's phone and loading up a pr0n site, then lurning it back off for him to see it.

        For our final performance of the day, we did some bootleg shit for BTS' "Dope," bootleg crab stances for "Hate," and bootleg poses at the end. For me, one of the books, putting my ending pose as representing Vape Nation, heh. That's for you, future Drew. Anyways, we were all exhausted at the end, we all wanted to go home. The schedule that VSA had put up required that we were to show up at 5:30 PM to 7:30 PM for night show runthroughs. Our club president reassured us that if we had shit to do, we didn't have to attend. Good, because by the end of the day, the VSA cabinet posted online that practice was cancelled, that they wanted us to have a break after dayshow. Like, wow.

        They told us that they were learning from their mistakes, etc, etc, during day show practice yesterday. They had all day yesterday, and today, for them to think about cancelling it. People scheduled their schedules around the VSA cabinet's schedule that they put out, and they make another last minute change, saying that practice was cancelled, right after day show ends. It's like "Are ya'll really learning from your mistakes?"

        The drama didn't stop there. It continued on with others, and for us, KDT, the group chat. First it was how this one guy photobombed our group picture. The club president brought it to our attention, she told us that she told him to get out, but he just laughed and still stayed. He's a sophomore by the way. He had no Facebook profile, but he did have an Instagram. We got his name and contacted his cousin to tell him how we were pissed off at him, Th messaged him on Instagram, the club president posted a public roast of him on Facebook, and we looked around for others who happened to have a pic without him in it.

        Sure, you could say "Whatever" to it, but experiences like the VSA day show is very limited. For the seniors, it's their last one, and they don't wanna remember it why a fucking hooligan right there where he doesn't belong. We eventually found a pic without him in it, so that was good. In the midst of the discussion, that guy who left KDT, who apparently is still in our group chat for some reason but never contributes to a discussion at all, all he does is message it late at night or at random times of the day, talking about how he works at a dessert cafe and his experience with customers, always suggesting that we let him know if we stop by so he can gives us a discount or whatever, the same guy my buddies and I trolled during the end of summer 2015, that guy, after everybody got the name of the dude who was in the picture, comments "That's Blank Blank. He's a sophomore."

        Gee, thanks for letting us know, 50 messages late. He then tries to steer it off, putting attention to either himself or the fucking dessert cafe, by sending a picture of like a fucking custom water bottle with his first name on it. He said that it finally came in the mail, only "one out of three in existence." Th told him to stop, which he did, thankfully. Anyways, there was a discussion of about how some of cabinet members of VSA didn't attempt to help the girl who collapsed, by either getting security of a teacher or whatever.

        There was gossip and rumors 'bout how some of the cabinet members cried, how some of them laughed after the collapse, just, RUMORS. Everywhere. I'm not sure what to believe, but it doesn't involve me, and I shouldn't care. Just reporting what went down. So, yeah. The messaged have stopped, people are fucking tired as hell, some have an AP final on Saturday, some next week, some have essays to do, projects, ACT's, etc.

        I'd say the VSA day show wasn't bad, but it was a mess. A heartfelt, disorderly, emotional roller-coaster of a mess, for everybody. Now, all there's left is the real show on Saturday. Then, just a Key club performance for me, then the K-Pop showcase at another school, and then I think that's it for the year. Umm, I did miss an assignment in US History, uh, my classmate informed me that it was a crossword, and uh, 30 words or something, and I don't have the words. And it doesn't matter really, because I could probably skip 3 assignments and still have an A in the class by the end of year.

        Alright, so, gameplan for the rest of the week. Whew. Tomorrow, there might be a test for English, hopefully not. It's covering a shit ton of topics, I was not ready to come home to study a shit ton, heh. No Psych test tomorrow, thank the lord. No Chinese work due, no Bio work due, math work might be due, and we all know US History. Tomorrow there's practice from 3:00 to 7:00 PM (dear lord) aaand, as for the Wl situation, my plan is that I'm hoping to ask her about a couple tuxedos, being like "Hey, which do you think looks better?"

        This'll give a nice transition to talk 'bout prom, ask her if she's going, etc, etc, boom, find out a yes or no, and continue on. My buddy Mc's asking whether there'll be anymore people going to the photoshoot so he can reserve. I told him I'll let him know by tomorrow. I don't wanna drag it on any longer, if she says yes, well alright. No, then me and the hommies it is, and who knows, prom is still mysterious.

        One heck of a ride for season 33, and it still ain't the finale and special yet. It's 12:07 AM, I crashed on the couch today, and uh, yeah, see ya. Oh, almost forgot to mention. The Funeral Suits' lead track for their upcoming new EP released today. Didn't sound as what I was expecting, but with a couple more listens, hopefully it'll grow on me. Anyways, see ya.