Auditions amiss

While in Ireland, the big auditions were taking place. You know, the ones for Happiness and all it's guts and glory; I was missing them. Right before I left, I was getting caught up in trying to get all my school work from teachers so I wouldn't be behind, that I wasn't thinking twice about what other things I was going to miss. Then, my choir teacher announced a reminder on the dance and singing auditions, and I froze.

What should I do?

These are huge, I can't just miss them?

Great, now I won't be in Happiness for my senior year and everything is ruined (a little much, oh well)

I kept thinking all these things, but of course, I was over analyzing the situation. Before I jumped to anymore conclusions, I went up to the teacher and talked to him about it. He, without much emotion, was perfectly fine with the situation.

"I know how you sing and dance, Rachel. Don't even worry about it."

Woo! A big weight lifted off my shoulders! I still had to do a singing audition when I got back, but that was perfectly fine with me.

Then, another thing came up that was gradually... a bummer.

A couple weeks before my vacation, I was going through my usual daily schedule. School, tennis, bed. While walking onto the tennis courts one normal day, someone came up to me and told me that I had a tube of tennis balls with my name on it. I stood there, staring at her like, what? I was so confused! She pointed them out, and I started walking towards them with this gut feeling that, well, I knew what it was all about. I didn't want it to be that though, not at all, because I have known since the beginning of the year that I was going to miss prom. I shook it off, and picked up the tube. There it was, my full name on a little piece of paper that was folded. I opened the paper, which said "open can", and so I opened the can. Three tennis balls fell out: one said P R, the next had an 0 and M, and the last had a question mark and a number.

Shoot.

Crap.

Uh what.

The whole rest of the practice, I was freaking out. I wanted to go soo badly, but I couldn't! And I also felt bad knowing that now the person who asked me would have to go find someone else, and that wouldn't be fun for me if I was in that position.

In the end, I talked with him and it was all cool. He found another fun date and it was all good!

Moral of the story: I probably should have left at a different time of the year, am I right?