I like writing for large ensembles, and having a lot of little solos. I do not like writing one solo. This concerto is going NOWHERE. Fuck. I hateeeeeeeeee it, and the accompaniment is drastically better than the solo.
Gah, he is the best. He’s literally…. the love of my life. And I’m prettttty sure he has no clue. (For any of you who actually pay attention to my posts, this is not the Under Armour confusing boy; this is just the straight guy I will forever be in love with despite the impossibility of reciprocation.)
We were playing duets and it was awesomeeee and just hanging out in a practice room, and then we joined my roommates, who were getting dinner, but we just wanted fro-yo. And I said hi to the girl at the table next to us, who I didn’t know, and we were talking, and then she was like, “Are you guys on an ice cream date?” Naturally, I instantly responded, “Yeah!” And he was like, “Well, just the two of us!”
I was dying inside.
Oh, how I love him.
And tomorrow, we’re getting lunch and dinner, so I get to hang out with him a lot.