Reyu’s rehearsal fell through this afternoon, seeing as a few cast members were missing and the rest of us were unceremoniously booted out of the school by the psychotic choir prof. It was a rather interesting experience; I’ve frequently heard and heard of her wrath, but I’ve never before been a recipient of it. By the time she stormed through the doors, everyone had already snatched up their bags, exchanged horrified smirks, and attempted to hide between the vending machines. Hortensio huddled in the corner with Josh, who kept on reading and never looked up. The ensuing confrontation between Reyu and the prof was a messy one, full of demands such as, “What are you doing here without an adult supervisor?” “Do you want me to get an administrator?” and “Who’s responsible for this?” on the part of the latter. Eventually, she snatched Reyu’s script, he volubly protested, and Lird gallantly stepped forward and offered her his own script instead. Having acquired that as well as the names of the “offenders,” she stalked off. More smirks were exchanged, as were murderous glances, I gave Lird my script, and we headed outside.

Its still too warm, very sweet and smoky, albeit with cold winds. Like one of those not-quite-sane summer days that make you feel glad you have a jacket all the same, even though you’ve been dancing around a bonfire for the last few hours. Or rather, I don’t know if they make you feel that way, but I really don’t care at the moment. I’m not complaining, naturally, but it isn’t summer yet.

We managed to utilize the next forty minutes by yapping in the parking lot; eventually, going against the advice my cohorts offered, I went back inside. I was doing homework when the choir rats left the stage, passing me in the hall. Apparently, the prof recognized me as one of the recalcitrant dramarats, and proceeded to interrogate me while her love slave tenor looked at me over her shoulder and proclaimed, “Nah, she didn’t do anything. She’s good, she’s real, real good.”

To the best of my knowledge, the lad has long since pegged me as one of those reticent types who don’t have much to say and are therefore bubbling over with cerebral might. At any rate, in spite of his good intentions, the prof didn’t acquiesce and, while she stared down through her awful blue glasses, I relayed the story to her from my seat on the floor. This annoyed me more than anything, seeing as she’s normally about a foot shorter than me, but it didn’t occur to me to stand up until she’d signaled to a couple choir dramamates.

So the lovely woman flounced off to her office and proceeded to interrogate Ashing and Lucentio while Gilberte and I inanely amused ourselves in the hallway (though we just so happened to hear a few shrieks from behind the choir room door, and just so happened to feel inexplicable drawn towards them). As it turns out, the girl isn’t as fond of band as she appears to be, and was in the process of telling me just that when the band prof wandered down the hall. She quickly pulled herself together, with her too-wide eyes, badly restrained grin, and face rapidly turning the color of her hair; he never suspected a thing.

I headed outside once Ashing reappeared, pumping her for information on the choir prof’s rage. In a typically Ashingish manner, she very authoritatively divulged a great deal of information I already possessed, then voiced her own opinions on the incident, which she never did see, but no matter.

So, that fallen rehearsal was the highlight of my day. I did get some very nice fast food out of it, though; seeing as I’ve unconsciously been living on my ABCs (apples, bagels, and chicken nuggets sans chicken) for the past several days, it was very welcome indeed. So maybe that was the highlight of my day. Not that it matters. Once again, I’m operating on an sleep-deprived schedule, and this will serve as my excuse for any nonsense I utter for the next few weeks.

For the record, though, McDonald’s has very good broccoli and cheese soup.

Oh, yes. And if one more person tries to talk to me about how they need me here, need me there at the same time, need me to do this while I'm not there, need that done by a certain time, I will personally and immediately give him or her three bloody noses. People of the world, you're splendid, but I'm afraid I can't fit all of you into my number-one priority slot. And before you scream at me, let it be known that I'm doing everything I can to complete everything at once. Right...

Adieu.