i need a break from myself. my life. i want to go someplace and not have to worry about anything, because it seems like all i do underneath being so bouncy and happy is worry.
monday/wednsday schedule6:30- wake up, eat oatmeal, sometimes shower, go over theory homework
8:00- Basic Music I (known as theory, or hell)
9:00- practice(usually scales and etudes in this chunk of time), then take nap in practice room
11:00- Aural Comprehension (this class is easy for me, i can just hear the pitches and intervals and whatever...i never study and get A's)
12:00- practice more (this time working on solo rep, etc.)
13:00- music convo or string area/cello class (unless i'm playing in cello class, i take a break)
14:00- more practice (finish solo rep and then move on to orchestra/quartet music)
15:00- Music History I
16:00- Jazz Band
17:00- either practice some more or come back to dorm and eat food while doing shitload of homework
19:00-21:00--jim calls around this time...we talk for a long time usually
0:00- finally gets to sleep...dies
i don't to be here...but i know i must if i want to get where i really want to be. to be the best. best cellist, best trumpeter.
but right now...i want to be on a boat in the ocean. a luxury ship. its winter in the carribbean, but the air is still warm, and its caress to my skin is reminiscent of a lover. the water is clear as glass and the sky is alight with an intricate needlework of stars, inviting my mind to sprawl within its wonders. i am tempted to imagine this vessel on this undulant mirror, this living breathing thing and to me it would appear as a single dancing light, entangled wantonly with darkness. but i don't see this...i see myself in your eyes, my reflection dancing on that wave of light, real and artificial, provided by forces niether of us care for. we don't produce the music now, but we do bathe in its glow still. our feet move, leading our bodies, these hearts, intertwinced as well. i'm not aware of anything but your hands on the small of my back, fingering along with the musicians on stage. i sense nothing but the beautiful and familiar cadence of your hear. i'm in a daze, a haze, a storm of you, so just do me this, please..dance with me.