I overslept, and I rushed a cab down to band.
$ flew away ~
Rehearsal was okay, I played much better than usual but I didn't really have much motivation to play on because, not a single Bartley senior came to support me. Pretty demoralizing.
I guess baby made up for it by coming down for the performance, thanks love. Your presence meant a lot.
Concert was okay, except I started to feel the strain from over playing during Rehearsal. My mood got dampened just before we were suppose to return on stage.
1. Eugene spoke to me in this fucked up tone "can't play, don't play", and I've been playing correctly for ages. I just happened to made that mistake out of an incidental spur. I wouldn't have minded if he didn't gave me that fucked up tone.
2. Eugene told me off for blowing warm air into my instrument. Guess the reason? He wanted to talk. FUCKER. Anyone in band would know that it is pure common sense to keep your instrument warm so it wouldn't affect your sound, and Eugene just had to make a big fuss out of it. Moments later, he blew warm air into HIS instrument, and he didn't comment a single thing about his own actions! Contradicting bastard.
Okay, so this concert turned out fine, I managed to survive till the end. Sad thing was, I didn't even manage to get 70 people to come for this concert. How pathetic.
After dismissal, I rushed to Causeway Point to meet Wilbur for my Jazz Piano concert tickets and took another cab home.
$ fly away again ~
No tonning today.