Masquerade...

Masquerade,

Paper faces on parade,

Masquerade!

Hide your face so the world will never find you.

Ahh, a masquerade ball.  I always wanted to go to one of those, and last night my dream was fulfilled.  Sort of.

It was the theme for our Valentine's day banquet, and let me say that it was really well done, in a school dance sort of way.  There was red carpet (only a few meters of it), a clown for entertainment during dinner (my elementary school's old vice principal on a unicycle), karaoke (only country songs and High School Musical), and food (which not many people ate.)  However, these things made it all the more enjoyable, as we were able to laugh hilariously when people attempted to sing country karaoke, ate the chocolates that were thrown to us from the unicycle, and  gazed with suspicion on the large screen showing an unusual visualizer during the dancing part (buildings getting knocked down and such.  Odd.).

I wore my mask practically the entire night, even after others took theirs off.  

Worries

So, my big Orchestra concert is coming up soon, and to tell you the truth, I'm getting a wee bit nervous.  Ok, scratch that, I'm close to panicking.

My Orchestra is a bit weird: not enough players in one section, almost too many in another, kids who can barely play the music, and players like my friend Dylan, who has been accepted to audition at the top music school in North America.  We always pull off every concert, but for some reason, this time, it's getting scary.  We've got a really young violin section this year, who just isn't pulling their weight on some of the pieces.  We've never been this far behind scheduleon rehearsing pieces before, and some of the pieces are sounding butchered.  One soloist (my friend Lindsay) was in tears last time.  I'm worried.