Unworldly.
Feb. 22nd, 2003 11:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crowsLast night… what I have been trying consistently to keep from happening did. I was pulled away again, in such a way that I have not been in a long while. Shai, bless her heart, is still there always to fall back upon and so she was-… drove the Tiger’s brother to meet his parents, brought us home on time. He said she was here for around two hours before the affair dissipated and I found myself left to my own body again.
It wasn’t that much happened, it was just a deep feeling of distance and, once I was back, a distinct lack of time. I returned aching and dizzy, as if all the muscles in my body had been subtly bruised.
Voices feel thin to me. All voices I thought were powerful but his… and he spoke to me, drew me out of the dream and out of the darkness. Tucked me in, cuddled me, kissed me, rubbed pain out of my back… I fear to sing. I have to though… soon. Competition takes warm up, and practice… neither of which I have done for the event no further off than the afternoon of the late morning I am already entrenched in.
I still feel dizzy and restless. I hope being on stage will be good….
The competition is put on by a big-name in town whom I dislike strongly. He’s an egotistical sack of hot air, and has been smoking for fifty years, and sounds like it. His show, this particular competition, is a yearly talent show judged by judges of his choosing on criteria that he set up. The show is put together for the type of performances he teaches his musical students, almost to the point that it’s fixed (many musicians in town, many of them around my age, view it as this latter). And… I don’t think I’ll do too well simply because somehow I managed not to practice for it, even though I knew I was going to be involved months ago. But that’s all right. The scholarship venture will be both better, and more important. Having judges see one’s name is also very important, even if one doesn’t place or win. Exposure is the most important thing, if one wants to go anywhere with an artistic movement. I figured that out a long time ago.
So. Wish me luck.
(BTW:: The song is ‘Empty Chairs and Empty Tables’ from Les Miserables.)
It wasn’t that much happened, it was just a deep feeling of distance and, once I was back, a distinct lack of time. I returned aching and dizzy, as if all the muscles in my body had been subtly bruised.
Voices feel thin to me. All voices I thought were powerful but his… and he spoke to me, drew me out of the dream and out of the darkness. Tucked me in, cuddled me, kissed me, rubbed pain out of my back… I fear to sing. I have to though… soon. Competition takes warm up, and practice… neither of which I have done for the event no further off than the afternoon of the late morning I am already entrenched in.
I still feel dizzy and restless. I hope being on stage will be good….
The competition is put on by a big-name in town whom I dislike strongly. He’s an egotistical sack of hot air, and has been smoking for fifty years, and sounds like it. His show, this particular competition, is a yearly talent show judged by judges of his choosing on criteria that he set up. The show is put together for the type of performances he teaches his musical students, almost to the point that it’s fixed (many musicians in town, many of them around my age, view it as this latter). And… I don’t think I’ll do too well simply because somehow I managed not to practice for it, even though I knew I was going to be involved months ago. But that’s all right. The scholarship venture will be both better, and more important. Having judges see one’s name is also very important, even if one doesn’t place or win. Exposure is the most important thing, if one wants to go anywhere with an artistic movement. I figured that out a long time ago.
So. Wish me luck.
(BTW:: The song is ‘Empty Chairs and Empty Tables’ from Les Miserables.)