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sorcyressThis is a lovely TNA-ish thing I wrote.
Alternitivly: This is something about the dance concert.
Dance concerts over.
Thank God.
For What?
So much fun, so much craziness
So much Stress
Ms Barry yelling, Flood in a panic, Kevin mad, KT pissed.
Kt's bitching Tyler out, but Tyler bitches back,
normal problems from every day life brought into the tech booth, won't go away.
Won't go away.
Empty the booth, get rid of the anger, the stress, the negitive emotions. Bring in the better feelings, of techs working, in unison, as one.
Bring in the spirit of Saraq
Calm the place, stop the yelling, the hitting, the screaming, the angst
Stop the annoyance, the bitching, the pissiness, just stop
Be calm
Be cool
Be collected
Be the epitome of a good techie, on the job, awake alert.
Don't screw up.
Again.
Oh crap, wheres the music? Why won't it start??
Audience getting restless, dancers all pissed off...
WHY WON'T THE MUSIC PLAY!
Is it in the player?
yes.
Are you sure?
yes.
Is it Cued up?
yes.
Then why isn't it playing?
I DON'T KNOW!!
Move stuff around, song four comes after intermission, song eleven after that, back to the proper order.
Onto song five, why is there a blackout, bring the lights up, BRING THE LIGHTS UP DAMMIT!
I'm trying, I am. There.
Damm dancers, supposed to pose at the end, is that a pose? No, they keep dancing, false alarms, confusion, how evil.
Dance, and dance, and dance and dance. Piece of crap lightboard. Hit go once, skips a cue, skips two, skips three.
Confuses the dancers, confuses the techs, confuses the audience
Work you stupid board, WORK!
At least I didn't break it like Matt.
Matt is calm, Matt is collected, but he's not here. Why not? I ask, he couldn't make it, leave me alone with all the dancers and the techs under stress and Ms Barry mad.
Dammit Matt, I need help! I'm lost, completely.
Almost done first act, last song, there. Done.
Get up, get to the couch, collapse
just collapse
can't even cry
why not?
I screwed everything up. I messed up. It's my fault
can't cry, so dead
dead inside, shaking, shaking, can't stop.
All nerves, and depression, guilt, fear.
Can't stop the shaking, the pressure's still there, don't have to do anything else tonight -thank God-
go downstairs, get candy, sugar, calmness
oh shoot theres Veronica, don't want to talk, don't want her to see me.
she did
"hey babe, yeah everythings fine, everythings alright, and can I get a ride home? Yeah? good."
flee back upstairs, to the tech booth, the sanctuary, the safty.
Eat sugar, it tastes good, drink water, get energy, sit by the spot.
just sit.
Act two starting, gotta go song four, get up, get to the lightboard
sit down, look at it, and cringe.
Phone rings, Tyler calls "Kat it was all my fault, all the messed up cues were all my fault."
"what?"
"it was all my fault."
"look babe, I'll talk to you later, it's almost time for act two."
hang up the phone. All my fault, all Ty's fault, who cares, who knows.
Back to the board, musics here, it's cued, it works, it's cool. We can do this.
KT cuing the lights, I get it right, not hard, not easy, but not hard.
No vibrating, no effects, just purple cyc, blue cyc at 80, purple cyc, and blackout.
I can do it, I do.
Back to the spot, next to Anne, All distressed, bad dreams again.
"trusted ones hurting my friend, he looks to me for help just at the final blow, I woke up screaming."
Watch her spot, feel scared for her friend, for myself, for the world.
Scared, concerts over -finally- downstairs to Veronica, say hi to Saraq, hi to Tyler, Ty messed up the lights, not her fault, she checked up but then they didn’t work, my fault, I skipped cues.
Grab Veronica, go home, drive home, slide out of my blacks, into my PJ’s go to bed.
And sleep.
And sleep.
Everythings nice, everythings good, no tests In math or history or anything.
Crap, I have to make cookies for history.
Up at six, make the cookies, go to school, go through school.
Tennis in gym-blek
Hard stuff in math, but at least I get it now
unlike before
movie in tech systems, boring, pay half attention, half on foreboading doom
Walk home with everyone, Veronica, and KT, and Jeremy, and Billy
No Josh, he’s going to be mad.
No Rohan, but he left on his own.
Got piano at 3:30, thats fine, doing fur elise, getting the chords, tricky, but not impossible
come back, playing DDR, then down to the basement to play with the dress up, be someone you’re not
KT as a cheerleader, Veronica as a slut
Billys all hawaiin, Jeremy’s all pimpin
Me in my normal clothes, after a while, tierd of tube tops, and fishnets, and short skirts, back to a shirt and normal pants.
Matt has pants like these
Matt’s off to New York, off having fun, see him on Monday, thats day after tomorrow, but what about tonight?
Can’t make the dance concert again.
Again.
Damm.
KT leaves, takes the cheerleader clothes with her,
Veronica goes home with her, Marsha driving both
Billy walks home, Jeremy walks upstairs
and meets Paul.
And they talk
and they play magic
Leaving me alone, all alone, up to Dmitri, all those he contains
Drummeronthemoon, psychodrajin, luciel91, all names, all people
all on the AIM, but no ones on, no one to talk to
Go on the boards, lonely, nothings up
Get dressed in the blacks, ready to go
“See ya Jeremy, feel free to stay and play magic with Paul, and my dad, but I gotta go.”
Off to the dance concert, the school, the booth
get there, all alone, find people upstairs, Nate running around, mad at me, but I don’t care
up to the booth, buy the sugar in advance, sit at the board
and wait.
Running through light cues, KT and Ty, leeping cross the stage, dancing and twirling, Kate came in the cheerleader outfit, but now in her blacks, leaping, dancing.
Looks, fun, looks great, wanna join.
So I do
Finish checking the cues, run on downstairs, dance across stage
someone else doing lights, me just dancing
with Tyler
KT’s there too
and Marlon and Nate, over backstage, Kev comes in with Stephanie by him
All go upstairs, back into the booth, talk, and talk, and talk.
No bad dreams last night, Anne seems ok
Ty wants me to do camera second half, sure why not
gotta hope everything works
gotta hope I don’t screw up
hope, hope, hope.
Show starts, curtains up, dancers are at it
do great, do fine, four works-hooray!
We’re on with eight, lights on with sound, then off together too, way cool
go us
go me, go Kates
she’s working sound, I’m here at lights
same as last night.
Why’d Flood put me on lights, never done em before, didn’t screw up, not this time
But still.
Why me? Why lights?
Watching the dancers, oh, there goes song 10, time for intermission
go downstairs, hug Ty, learn camera
crap job, I know, but ok.
Saraq’s in the seats, yay for her,
our spirit, our TD, regardless
Barry claims she ain’t, she is.
Flood claims she ain’t, she is.
Saraq claims she ain’t, she is, no matter what she tries to say.
She’s the smart one the cool one.
KT calls “hey Kat
bet you five bucks that my boyfriend, Jeremy, is still playing magic at your house.
He said he’d be here, but he ain’t so thats where he prolly is.”
I laugh and hang up, time to begin
Act two looks great, I film it all, fil the end with flood giving out prizes, and I lust
wish for recognition, for people to love the techies
but no one does
no one
no one but the other techies
the others, who feel you’re pain, and know what it’s like
no praise, no acknowladgement, nothing.
All over, we ruled, gettin a ride with Kate’s dad
Maroon Five blasting, thanks Anne, riding home
drop of Alyson and her sis, keep going, I’m next
Get home, my home
Grab my stuff
grab everything
Up the driveway, Kates shouts “Bet you twenty Jeremy’s still there.”
Go in, “hey mom”
he is.
Still playing magic, at 9:30 at night.
Oh well.
Go upstairs, goodnight mom, and dad, and neva and paul
and jeremy
right round 9:30, go to bed, go to sleep
‘cording to mom, J left at ten,
not so bad
not so good either
all over
sleep, and sleep, and sleep, dance concerts over, Hell weeks done
hated every moment, but at the same time, had fun
This is a meme I stole from Anne:
A is for - Age: 14
B is for - Boyfriend/Girlfriend: None. I am quite single, thanks.
C is for - Career in Future: Writer/Engineer/Techie/Artist
D is for - Dead person you would like to meet: Leonardo Da Vinci, an absolute genius.
E is for - Essential item: A pen and something to write on. And something to keep my hair back.
F is for - Favorite song at the moment: The Bell from Tubular Bells II (thanks Matt)
G is for - Guy/Girls you've kissed: On the cheek only, *counts on fingers* guys:two (and one's gay) girls: four
H is for - Hometown: I was born in Boston but grew up in MD
I is for - Instruments you play: Piano. Thats all.
J is for - Job title: Sorceress/Techie/Student
K is for - Kicks Ass: SLUGGY FREELANCE!! (www.sluggy.com)
L is for - Living places: I've lived in a townhouse in MD, and now a house in MD, as well as a house in Boston.
M is for - Most important moment of today: I guess RSVPing to Matt's thing.
N is for - Number of people you've slept with: *blinks* Makes me wonder where we found this test. No one. I am a proud virgin.
O is for - Overnight hospital stays: One presumably two, when I fell out of a tree definently, when I had heart surgery, probably.
P is for - Phobias: Squrrels. I hate the little buggers.
Q is for - Quote you like: "You made my head hurt like math" Kiki, Sluggy Freelance
R is for - Relationship that lasted the longest: ??? I had a relationship? When did this happen, and why didn't anyone tell me?
S is for - Sexuality: Asexual mostly, no interest in all that.
T is for - Time you wake up everyday: uhhh...between 6 and 7
U is for - Unique trait(s): Most excellent scar on my back from the heart surgery.
V is for - Vegetable you love: mmmm, veggies! Corn, Tomatos (we're not going into the whole is it a fruit or a veggie debate) potatos, and peas.
W is for - Worst habit: I say stuff before I have a chance to think about it, and I react slowly.
X is for - X-rays you've had: Lots of teeth ones, I had a cat scan when I fell out of a tree...
Y is for - Yummy food you make: I...don't cook. I can make spaghettio's though. *grin*
Z is for - Zodiac sign: Virgo
Original Tags: cloneconvo-fin, tagged, writings, memage, unfiled people-lrhs, tech, memage-assorted
Alternitivly: This is something about the dance concert.
Dance concerts over.
Thank God.
For What?
So much fun, so much craziness
So much Stress
Ms Barry yelling, Flood in a panic, Kevin mad, KT pissed.
Kt's bitching Tyler out, but Tyler bitches back,
normal problems from every day life brought into the tech booth, won't go away.
Won't go away.
Empty the booth, get rid of the anger, the stress, the negitive emotions. Bring in the better feelings, of techs working, in unison, as one.
Bring in the spirit of Saraq
Calm the place, stop the yelling, the hitting, the screaming, the angst
Stop the annoyance, the bitching, the pissiness, just stop
Be calm
Be cool
Be collected
Be the epitome of a good techie, on the job, awake alert.
Don't screw up.
Again.
Oh crap, wheres the music? Why won't it start??
Audience getting restless, dancers all pissed off...
WHY WON'T THE MUSIC PLAY!
Is it in the player?
yes.
Are you sure?
yes.
Is it Cued up?
yes.
Then why isn't it playing?
I DON'T KNOW!!
Move stuff around, song four comes after intermission, song eleven after that, back to the proper order.
Onto song five, why is there a blackout, bring the lights up, BRING THE LIGHTS UP DAMMIT!
I'm trying, I am. There.
Damm dancers, supposed to pose at the end, is that a pose? No, they keep dancing, false alarms, confusion, how evil.
Dance, and dance, and dance and dance. Piece of crap lightboard. Hit go once, skips a cue, skips two, skips three.
Confuses the dancers, confuses the techs, confuses the audience
Work you stupid board, WORK!
At least I didn't break it like Matt.
Matt is calm, Matt is collected, but he's not here. Why not? I ask, he couldn't make it, leave me alone with all the dancers and the techs under stress and Ms Barry mad.
Dammit Matt, I need help! I'm lost, completely.
Almost done first act, last song, there. Done.
Get up, get to the couch, collapse
just collapse
can't even cry
why not?
I screwed everything up. I messed up. It's my fault
can't cry, so dead
dead inside, shaking, shaking, can't stop.
All nerves, and depression, guilt, fear.
Can't stop the shaking, the pressure's still there, don't have to do anything else tonight -thank God-
go downstairs, get candy, sugar, calmness
oh shoot theres Veronica, don't want to talk, don't want her to see me.
she did
"hey babe, yeah everythings fine, everythings alright, and can I get a ride home? Yeah? good."
flee back upstairs, to the tech booth, the sanctuary, the safty.
Eat sugar, it tastes good, drink water, get energy, sit by the spot.
just sit.
Act two starting, gotta go song four, get up, get to the lightboard
sit down, look at it, and cringe.
Phone rings, Tyler calls "Kat it was all my fault, all the messed up cues were all my fault."
"what?"
"it was all my fault."
"look babe, I'll talk to you later, it's almost time for act two."
hang up the phone. All my fault, all Ty's fault, who cares, who knows.
Back to the board, musics here, it's cued, it works, it's cool. We can do this.
KT cuing the lights, I get it right, not hard, not easy, but not hard.
No vibrating, no effects, just purple cyc, blue cyc at 80, purple cyc, and blackout.
I can do it, I do.
Back to the spot, next to Anne, All distressed, bad dreams again.
"trusted ones hurting my friend, he looks to me for help just at the final blow, I woke up screaming."
Watch her spot, feel scared for her friend, for myself, for the world.
Scared, concerts over -finally- downstairs to Veronica, say hi to Saraq, hi to Tyler, Ty messed up the lights, not her fault, she checked up but then they didn’t work, my fault, I skipped cues.
Grab Veronica, go home, drive home, slide out of my blacks, into my PJ’s go to bed.
And sleep.
And sleep.
Everythings nice, everythings good, no tests In math or history or anything.
Crap, I have to make cookies for history.
Up at six, make the cookies, go to school, go through school.
Tennis in gym-blek
Hard stuff in math, but at least I get it now
unlike before
movie in tech systems, boring, pay half attention, half on foreboading doom
Walk home with everyone, Veronica, and KT, and Jeremy, and Billy
No Josh, he’s going to be mad.
No Rohan, but he left on his own.
Got piano at 3:30, thats fine, doing fur elise, getting the chords, tricky, but not impossible
come back, playing DDR, then down to the basement to play with the dress up, be someone you’re not
KT as a cheerleader, Veronica as a slut
Billys all hawaiin, Jeremy’s all pimpin
Me in my normal clothes, after a while, tierd of tube tops, and fishnets, and short skirts, back to a shirt and normal pants.
Matt has pants like these
Matt’s off to New York, off having fun, see him on Monday, thats day after tomorrow, but what about tonight?
Can’t make the dance concert again.
Again.
Damm.
KT leaves, takes the cheerleader clothes with her,
Veronica goes home with her, Marsha driving both
Billy walks home, Jeremy walks upstairs
and meets Paul.
And they talk
and they play magic
Leaving me alone, all alone, up to Dmitri, all those he contains
Drummeronthemoon, psychodrajin, luciel91, all names, all people
all on the AIM, but no ones on, no one to talk to
Go on the boards, lonely, nothings up
Get dressed in the blacks, ready to go
“See ya Jeremy, feel free to stay and play magic with Paul, and my dad, but I gotta go.”
Off to the dance concert, the school, the booth
get there, all alone, find people upstairs, Nate running around, mad at me, but I don’t care
up to the booth, buy the sugar in advance, sit at the board
and wait.
Running through light cues, KT and Ty, leeping cross the stage, dancing and twirling, Kate came in the cheerleader outfit, but now in her blacks, leaping, dancing.
Looks, fun, looks great, wanna join.
So I do
Finish checking the cues, run on downstairs, dance across stage
someone else doing lights, me just dancing
with Tyler
KT’s there too
and Marlon and Nate, over backstage, Kev comes in with Stephanie by him
All go upstairs, back into the booth, talk, and talk, and talk.
No bad dreams last night, Anne seems ok
Ty wants me to do camera second half, sure why not
gotta hope everything works
gotta hope I don’t screw up
hope, hope, hope.
Show starts, curtains up, dancers are at it
do great, do fine, four works-hooray!
We’re on with eight, lights on with sound, then off together too, way cool
go us
go me, go Kates
she’s working sound, I’m here at lights
same as last night.
Why’d Flood put me on lights, never done em before, didn’t screw up, not this time
But still.
Why me? Why lights?
Watching the dancers, oh, there goes song 10, time for intermission
go downstairs, hug Ty, learn camera
crap job, I know, but ok.
Saraq’s in the seats, yay for her,
our spirit, our TD, regardless
Barry claims she ain’t, she is.
Flood claims she ain’t, she is.
Saraq claims she ain’t, she is, no matter what she tries to say.
She’s the smart one the cool one.
KT calls “hey Kat
bet you five bucks that my boyfriend, Jeremy, is still playing magic at your house.
He said he’d be here, but he ain’t so thats where he prolly is.”
I laugh and hang up, time to begin
Act two looks great, I film it all, fil the end with flood giving out prizes, and I lust
wish for recognition, for people to love the techies
but no one does
no one
no one but the other techies
the others, who feel you’re pain, and know what it’s like
no praise, no acknowladgement, nothing.
All over, we ruled, gettin a ride with Kate’s dad
Maroon Five blasting, thanks Anne, riding home
drop of Alyson and her sis, keep going, I’m next
Get home, my home
Grab my stuff
grab everything
Up the driveway, Kates shouts “Bet you twenty Jeremy’s still there.”
Go in, “hey mom”
he is.
Still playing magic, at 9:30 at night.
Oh well.
Go upstairs, goodnight mom, and dad, and neva and paul
and jeremy
right round 9:30, go to bed, go to sleep
‘cording to mom, J left at ten,
not so bad
not so good either
all over
sleep, and sleep, and sleep, dance concerts over, Hell weeks done
hated every moment, but at the same time, had fun
This is a meme I stole from Anne:
A is for - Age: 14
B is for - Boyfriend/Girlfriend: None. I am quite single, thanks.
C is for - Career in Future: Writer/Engineer/Techie/Artist
D is for - Dead person you would like to meet: Leonardo Da Vinci, an absolute genius.
E is for - Essential item: A pen and something to write on. And something to keep my hair back.
F is for - Favorite song at the moment: The Bell from Tubular Bells II (thanks Matt)
G is for - Guy/Girls you've kissed: On the cheek only, *counts on fingers* guys:two (and one's gay) girls: four
H is for - Hometown: I was born in Boston but grew up in MD
I is for - Instruments you play: Piano. Thats all.
J is for - Job title: Sorceress/Techie/Student
K is for - Kicks Ass: SLUGGY FREELANCE!! (www.sluggy.com)
L is for - Living places: I've lived in a townhouse in MD, and now a house in MD, as well as a house in Boston.
M is for - Most important moment of today: I guess RSVPing to Matt's thing.
N is for - Number of people you've slept with: *blinks* Makes me wonder where we found this test. No one. I am a proud virgin.
O is for - Overnight hospital stays: One presumably two, when I fell out of a tree definently, when I had heart surgery, probably.
P is for - Phobias: Squrrels. I hate the little buggers.
Q is for - Quote you like: "You made my head hurt like math" Kiki, Sluggy Freelance
R is for - Relationship that lasted the longest: ??? I had a relationship? When did this happen, and why didn't anyone tell me?
S is for - Sexuality: Asexual mostly, no interest in all that.
T is for - Time you wake up everyday: uhhh...between 6 and 7
U is for - Unique trait(s): Most excellent scar on my back from the heart surgery.
V is for - Vegetable you love: mmmm, veggies! Corn, Tomatos (we're not going into the whole is it a fruit or a veggie debate) potatos, and peas.
W is for - Worst habit: I say stuff before I have a chance to think about it, and I react slowly.
X is for - X-rays you've had: Lots of teeth ones, I had a cat scan when I fell out of a tree...
Y is for - Yummy food you make: I...don't cook. I can make spaghettio's though. *grin*
Z is for - Zodiac sign: Virgo
Original Tags: cloneconvo-fin, tagged, writings, memage, unfiled people-lrhs, tech, memage-assorted
