Cupquake Twit

“Boy, I sat in that goddam bar till around one o’clock or so, getting drunk as a bastard. I could hardly see straight”

I wake up. It’s the day of the show. I feel a nervous knot in my stomach and the pressure on my shoulders. I was the only person on my team to qualify for IEA Regional’s. Usually on show days we get up early and to the barn by 6 or 7. Today was different, I didn’t need to be there until noon. I couldn’t sleep though, so I got up and got dressed. The show was in Charleston, so my dad and I went the night before to spend time downtown. After breakfast we drove to Starbucks to buy some time before meeting my coach at the show.

"I'd love to Ponyboy." Dal rolled his eyes at us as we walked out of the bar. We finally made it to Dairy queens and we had an awesome time waiting for the waitress to take our order. I told her about the time when I was going hunting and fell in a lake. The waitress finally came and I could tell it was Leah. She was a grade above me and always asking me out. She was a greaser two talked to loud and wore way to much make up.

“You like Mr. Templer?” One girl asked me in response to the awkward question. At this point, I realized what I had

"Strip Club" Izac heard the words mentioned as he drifted back into the conversation "What...?" He asked as the three girls infront of him, Kristy, Sophie and Dawn, grinned to each other infront

I went to bed as usual that night it was dark and windy outside I fell asleep

Although I had feigned confidence to my friends and a carefree attitude to my parents, I was undoubtedly nervous. I leaned over to pull up my cream-colored knee high socks, then took one last look in the mirror. A killer outfit- one that was supposed to be comforting. Flushed cheeks. Sweaty palms. Shaky hands. Looking away, I turned on my heel and slinked over to where all the other girls audition were.

My heart was beating as I stood in the elevator waiting for my floor to come. The audition was on the 2nd floor in room 214. I stood outside the door 5 minutes early in hopes I might get in early. But as time passed it was 10:20 and pretty soon I was worried I had missed the room or went to the wrong place. Thankfully the judge came out and told me they were ready. The judges were all professors I had just previously spoke too except one. The marching band director was present along with the ones I spoke too which was good because I planned on trying for the marching band scholarship during this audition. I had a short talk with them explaining what I was playing as well as why I was auditioning at their school. The time came for me to play, I took a breath, relaxed every inch of my body the best I could, and got lost in the music. I forgot anyone was even there, I was so focused on my craft and what was coming out of my saxophone it didn't matter who was in the room, I was there to make music. I entered a state of bliss almost forgetting I was in an audition. After playing my first piece the judges looked pleasantly surprised. What they didn't know was that the first piece I played was the easy one. Now was time for the big moment, my big finale. Three pages of music and preparation to show off to a room full of musicians with a skillset I dream to have. One more first breath, relax, enter a state of bliss, and play. Each

Weeks later, we get a call after school. It was Marco! I had been dreaming of the moment for every second since the audition. He said that the person that was to perform fell through, so if we wanted it we could have it. The choice was obvious, and straight away, without even thinking, I screamed yes 5 times. After one yes, Marco said the date and time we would start, but by the second time saying yes he hung up without saying a word. We made it, the big time! Now, all that is left is to prepare a new routine by October 3rd,

On the way home, I laughed and said, "I can't believe you were asleep and snoring!"

No matter how often I get on stage, it still feels like the first time. As I wait for the actually show time, it’s like the hours of that day move slower than creek water. I have to touch everything that is in front of me. I look like that child in the candy aisle. The final 30 minutes is the worst time of my life. As I stalk the people decide come to enjoy their date night. I open a lot for people so I can go unnoticed, I buzz around listening to people to listen to their conversations to understand my crowd. I found myself in the back of the room with tunnel vision. The room goes from be pack with people and everyone in their own little world to a black room with it’s just me and the stage. Originally the music playing, but all

I was extremely neurotic, I was doubting myself, and as I heard more and more people walk in the more I began to shiver, which was odd for me since I was outgoing and uncommonly talkative. I was nervous I was going to fail my number one goal in high school (besides graduating). Everything was happening so fast, all the escorts were doing their makeup, and we were going through the beginning dance several more times while the curtains were closed. Immediately after 4th runthrough. The student body president with her over dramatic sparkling gold dress and earphone piece yells, “PLACES EVERYONE WE GO ON IN FIVE!!!”. My heart sank down to my butt, I was breathless. I made it worse when I decided to quickly peek my head out the curtain, just to see my whole family and my friends all sitting together, and of course the rest of the 115 attendants there chattering. Nonetheless with God’s gracious power. The show didn’t start for another 23 minutes due to Drews CD. It was not playing properly and he was the first one to go. That gave me time for my friend Maurice Farrow to calm me down, and the other contestants to calm me down. I was more nervous than the Wendy Torrance from the shining was being chased by Johnny. Finally the CD was fixed and we performed the begining dance perfectly. Which gave me more confidence, that I would be able

And no, I was not in the car, but the passerby who didn’t notice the red light and walked as carefree as the man on the sign. My teacher divulged the requirements for the audition: a one-minute monologue and a song, and by the time she uttered the last phrase; I was sweating bullets- about to faint! I practiced, rehearsed, and sharpened my skills as much as I was able until I succumbed to the temptation of sleep. This cycle repeated its wrath for what seemed like an eternity until it finally came: the audition day I’ve been dreading for weeks on end. My heart attempted to pump its way out through my throat and choke me- anything to escape doing this mortifying task! I was sweating buckets as if in the middle of the Arrakis desert! Fortunately, I was in no life or death predicament, and I finally managed to bite the bullet and do what I endeavored: act and sing. I somehow spit out my monologue and gagged out the lyrics to my song and it was over. Over! It took three minutes to decide the fate of the year; the stakes are immense when you compare three minutes to one hundred eighty days. The question was: did I get the role I yearned

It was time for us racers to go to bed since we had to get up early the next morning for the race. My best friend and I were sharing a tent. We climbed in, got undressed and crawled into our sleeping bags. I could

As I forced my way through the mass of colored shirts towards the giant glass doors on the other side, I begin to think about how I got to this place. I can remember being a little 5th grader ecstatic with the thought of getting my yellow shirt and being in a national choir. The irony is that people say you feel more confident with yourself as you get older. Back then, however, I wasn't nervous at all and felt completely confident with myself. Now, I am so distressed I cannot even eat any food because of the butterflies in my stomach. Of course maybe that is because this is was my 6th time auditioning and 3rd time getting accepted. There were 3 whole