So it begins, the rough 9 hour wait till Muse. Am I aMused? well, yes perhaps knowing that the current pervading serenity will translate into little niggles of nerves as I sleep tonight. Soaring melodies, faces fixated on Dr Lee and the rousing finale which will, undoubtly bring a slight tear to my eye I believe. Then tommorow, when I meet the guys at Holland to buy presents, we'll be inherently nonchalant, yet with wry looks on our faces which say "eh time to get serious". Which we will, eventually at around 1pm when we leave ACJC for the Esplanade, with nervous chatter and iPods plugged in. I envisage the whole lot of us attempting to do last minute intonations, individual and section tuning, and trying to halt the incessitant pacing about the dressing room floor.
I see the last rehearsal at 430, Dr Lee getting pissed at certain random moments,doing last minute walks to the back of the concert hall to see if he can hear the horns, and us finally going off to break and dinner..boom. 730. showtime.
haha. well at least I know that what I'll mostly be doing in whatever spare time there is is taking pictures. By the truckload. It still hasn't struck me that tommorow will probably be the last time I see any of my beloved acjc buddies and I wanna remember them by. (: It's a slight pity that I coudn't be part of the section photos and stuff, but it's ok..I'll get my fair chance tommorow I hope. I'll probably upload the pics as soon as possible. And why am I speaking in such short, conscise sentences? Well mainly because my emotions are stop start right now, there's a part of me that can't wait to perform, there's a part of me that never wants this experience to end, there's a part of me that is worried about my long overdue bio and math homework, and another part of me extremely satisfied with my lit results and finally there's a part of me who wants to go on a long road trip down the States and forget it all.
Damn, all I can say, I guess is that in life, we have our muses. When we're sick we have our mucus.
I have found inspiration from the unlikeliest of people and places throughout the course of my humble existence, and now, at 12.01 am on Wed March 8, as the hours draw shorter, here's to the people that have made my life all the more fufilling.
You know who you are, and as I sit in my rocking chair fifty years down the road reminscing about times gone by, just know that you'll have a place in my heart, and a definite part in my musings, of youth once had, and now lost.