The Life of a Teenager

I remember back in the sixth grade, I had to play a song of my own compisition. I could do it alone or with a partner. I was so tired of always working on everything alone though, so I asked my closest friend to play it with me. She played Clarinet and I played the Alto Saxophone. For her privacy I'll call her Lily. Lily was an amazing player, but a bit shy. Nonetheless she said yes. After hours of thinking and translating the music from my key to hers and back, I made our piece. I kept it with me though,and promised to bring it the night of the concert. The night of the concert however, my mother refused to let me go. I could not object. I stood her up, and had what she needed. She ended up having to play a song from a book. She was mad at me for a while, and I didn't blame her. She forgave me quickly though, but learned just as quickly how I rarely ever show up to what I need to. Sadly, she was right. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened with me.

I thought that would have changed this year, and so I joined a dance club. I guess not though. I worked so hard again, and got even closer to my friends. I just ended up ruining everything again though. I got off facebook with my closest friend in dance club about half an hour ago. For his privacy I'll make his name Tyler. Our chat went like this :

Tyler : ...

Me : o.o .. What?

Tyler : ...You didn't go ..

Me : crap.

Me : freakin crap.

Me : What'd I miss?

Tyler : 2 dance practices .

Tyler is offline.

You'd think those two dance practices weren't important, except one of them was the last with our choreographer, and the other was the mandatory tech rehearsal. In other words, I kinda ruined everything. Again. I still have yet to see what happens with us. Maybe they'll kick me and have to do changes on their own to the choreography, or maybe they'll actually let me stay on. Either way, I know now it doesn't matter how hard I work, or what it's for. I won't show up when it matters most.

Thank-you, oh dearest Mother.