May 2, 2005

Dear Diana,

I just finished rehearsal. Whew! It was three (and I repeat, three) hours. Xander had CYMO* and I had YES.** Xander's is on Monday, but so was mine, because of ol' tech week. It's gonna be a bad week for TKD. In one of my imaginations, I actually go, and the dialogue goes something like this:

Instructor Michael (called HIM)(to match with HER): So why aren't you going to TKD?

Me: Orchestra.

HIM: But why? You've been able to come other weeks.

Me: It's tech week. I'm with Redlands Youth Ensemble of Strings. We're performing an opera, and it's tech week. Busy busy busy! I don't know if I can go to TKD. Oh, and my mom's in the orchestra too!

HIM: So what's the opera?

Me: Dido and Aeneas.

HIM: Ooh. When can you get tickets?

Me: This week. It's on Thursday and Friday at 7:00.

HIM: Cool, see ya there.

Of course, this isn't real, but still... but still... Rehearsal was exhausting, and I have to do it again tomorrow. Anselm just came over and hit my page, for spite. When I complained, he got a metal bar, and I knew he was going to hit me, so I went to the kitchen and complained. Ol' Dad started yelling at me. As if it were my fault! Then he started ranting about how "he's just little." This infuriated me, and I told him, "Well, I'm littler than you!" and ran off crying. Now I know that wasn't the strong thing to do, but it seemed plausible. I also know that my comment was stupid, so don't tell me. So. Well, I better go. Goodbye for now!

Kitty

*Claremont Young Musicians Orchestra

**Youth Ensemble of Strings