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I just spent the past three hours Prince watching, and it was during that time that I discovered some happiness in the world I was previously unaware of. There is some strange attraction that Princes must have; I am currently unaware as to what it may be, but there is something strange about the whole thing.
Rehearsal began and Repunzel’s Prince (herein referred to as RP) had not arrived and no one really expected him to. This was fine, I had pretty much no expectations to go spotting out blood-line winners for I was very tired. Today just dragged on and on, what with endless amounts of music I don’t understand and being generally impatient to reach my rivers end.
Then suddenly RP showed up to practice, out of breath and rather frazzled acting (for this is what actors do, they are constantly pressed for time and frazzled whence the get to where they were going). I still had no intention of prince watching at that point, but then, very suddenly, something changed.
It’s funny how if you’re sitting, doing absolutely nothing that the world around you seems to change, without changing. It may have been that I was finally relieved to not be working on something, or the stage lights, or the fact that I was enjoying just sitting and watching a bunch of nice people being nice. Well, something shifted and suddenly you knew there was royalty in the room.
Now, I have long pondered what the possible attractions to Princes could be caused by, but so far there doesn’t seem to be any single consistent quality. The only thing that is consistent is that princes always seem to move into your life for no more than a few months before they take off to a different circle of activities or a different county all together.
How strange.
I’ll have to observe more to figure this phenomenon out.
This past saturday I auditioned at Syracuse. There is a high chance I will not be going to school there.
College auditions are both disheartening, for several reasons I’ll get to later, and somewhat comforting. The comfort comes from all the bitter truths you’ve come to realize over the years in competative schooling; yes, I do believe we are in a competative education system no matter what state and federal laws claim.
At these auditions it quickly becomes aparent that music nerds and theory geeks are about a dime a dozen. Then they tell you that music educators are pretty much the same. After sitting in a large lecture hall (poorly set for an opera) hearing the head of the department speak about how the programs he has written and rewritten only accept the best of the best… it gets a bit old.
I understand and respect his logic, but it seems foolish to say that good educators will only be the way they are if they’re also top notch performers. The program doesn’t work in reverse; performance majors don’t have to have to be wonderful educators.
Syracuse has a beautiful campus. The music school reminds me of Hogwarts. They have an exact replica of ‘Winged Victory’ in the stairwell. When I auditioned I was in one of the towers so I had a panoramic view of the entire campus (the music school is the on the higest hill). Oh well. I still have two more to go, and they’re the ones I really wanted anyways.
P.S. It’s more of a ‘6 and/or 7.’ I could see both applying to most people.
1. Cb is the subdominant in Gb.
2. Play on the ‘e’ of measure two. It is a sixteenth note. Trust me.
3. Drink lots of water.
4. You’ve been assigned to Baritone, as much as you want to sing all the other parts.
5. Look for the rights to ‘Sister Act.’
6. People can do bad things, but still be good people. -or-
7. Stumps can be useful.
8. Set the strings low, or else it’s impossible to play.
9. Fair might not be fair.
10. Breathe; it’s really important.
What madness is it that drives a person to keep secrets?
Embarrassment?
Pressure?
Shame?
Pride?
Who knows.
Okay, today I am going to vent my little diva heart about how I can’t enjoy my “High School Experience” like the majority of students attending public schools.
Let’s talk about Hush Day(s), let’s talk about the Nearlyweds Show, let’s talk about Data Match, and let’s talk about Blood Donations. Let’s talk about everything I would have to conceivably change to be able to do these things.
On Hush Day we get those crappy little hearts to hang around our necks and keep us shut up for a day from the opposite gender. No offence, but I don’t want a girl’s heart. I would want a boy’s heart, because that’s how being gay works. Could I do that? Maybe if I took boys hearts on girls hush day, and kept mine from boys on boys hush day. But who would follow that? Who would count those hearts? The fact is that none of the boys would actually want their heart to go to me, plain and simple because they don’t swing that way. So I can’t do Hush Day.
I tried to get onto the Nearlyweds Show. Admittedly it was with someone I wasn’t ‘dating’ in the slang sense, but the chances are that even if (let’s go hypothetical) I had a boyfriend that attended Brockport High, we probably wouldn’t be able to compete. We wouldn’t be stopped by policy, heavens no. Homosexuals have equal opportunities as heterosexuals according to the law books. But you wouldn’t want to upset the student body. It would cause too much of a fuss, and the last thing that Brockport Administration would ever want to deal with is a fuss. God forbid, it might be publicized! What would the parents think, sending their predominantly conservative children to a public school that promotes Ho-mo-seck-u-ality. (There is a story behind this, trust me.)
Oh, Data Match. If I wanted to be matched with the boys, I would have to check that I was a female. I’m not, so why would I ever? When I received the paper for it this year, I thought three things I could do.
1. Not do it, because it had no place for me.
2. Check Female. It would still be hilarious to see the offended boys have the faggot on their Data Match. But then I realized I don’t have a vagina.
3. Just copy Cree’s answers.
Of course I chose three. The point is they could just as easily add the option to be matched with members of the same sex as choosing to be matched with members of the same grade. But then it would become a joke to most people, and probably make the situation worse. Oh well.
Did I say Blood Donations? I can’t do those either, but that’s no fault of the school. That’s an anacromatic law from the 80’s. I bring it up though, because of the examples I’ve listed here, this is the one thing I could do and feel better as a person. “We can save lives together people!”
It’s depressing, because as President of the Gay-Straight Alliance there is almost nothing I could do to make this easier for future gay students. There’s a great chance it won’t matter, and no one cares, but it’s the principle at this point that matters. There are some things that are just impossible to change. No, policy is easy to change; it’s the people that never will.
In the past four years has gotten better at Brockport, admittedly. But that’s only through a few peoples dedication. Almost nothing has changed though. If I had a dollar for every time I got called the fag, the homo, the queer, I could probably go to college on it as a scholarship. I made $18 dollars this past week. We all keep checklists I guess.
The truth is that most people just don’t care. Maybe it’s the age group, or maybe it’s the majority speaking, or maybe it’s simply that people don’t care. If people wanted equality and justice then I shouldn’t have to run a rag-tag little club for select cases of disrespect. This rant is quickly heading into another direction, but I’ll spare you on how people can’t change.
I wish a lot of things were easier.
I hope it won’t matter in six months.
