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A Life Less Ordinary A Life Less Ordinary
2004-04-14
One day - I think it was in the third grade or maybe it was the second grade - I remember going to the high school to watch the choirs practice their performances. Now being as young as I was I had no idea what choir was and how it was ever going to affect me in my later years...

We all sat in the auditorium as quiet as was possible for elementary schoolers...and then the curtains opened and all these beautiful people were standing on stage emblazoned in lights with sparkling dresses, perfect hair, and flawless makeup. From that moment on, I knew I wanted to be where they were...

So, the story goes that my freshman year I got stuck in a very shitty little choir that no one watched or listened to - I hated that! My best friend at that time was in the younger showchoir that I tried out for twice and failed to make...

So, I worked extremely hard that year...and finally auditions came to try out for Millenium, Finesse, and Spotlighters. I wanted the biggest and the best - Spotlighters. That was what it was all about...anyone who was anyone was in Spotlighters; if you were in there then you were the best of the best! I sang perfectly and I had practiced the audition dance more than a million times it seemed and it finally came time for me to dance...the first time I ran through it in front of the instructor it was perfect. The second time however, I messed up; it was a ridiculous mess up too. After leaving the audition room I think I cried for a good twenty minutes. At that time, I thought that was the worst feeling I had ever felt...(I was wrong!)

I'll never forget when my mom took me to go see the "lists" for who made the choirs for the following year. I checked Millenium first and then Finesse and then finally I spotted my name on the Spotlighter list...I was so happy; happy isn't even the word to describe it. I don't think I have ever felt that happy about anything since that incident. I miss that a lot...

For the next three years I worked hard to be the best in that fucking choir...I worked my ass off. And now it's gone - I know this seems like some little nostalgic trip down memory lane but it isn't; there is a point to this whole entry...I just don't understand why the only things that make me happy are fleeting?! And yet I cannot make myself audition for anything down here: I think it is because it will never be what I used to have at home.

I miss my goodness...

*Always.

Caitlin

Wilted | Fresh


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