I remember the first concert I ever went to. I was six, and actually I hadn't really wanted to go, but my mom couldn't get a babysitter so we all had to go. The concert wasn't the main event, I think, but they had managed to score a pretty popular singer there and I liked it well enough. There was a lady who made me and my big brother face paintings, which was fun, and then my mom went to get us some ice cream and when I turned around they were gone. I was lost at a huge concert, at the age of six.
Now, you'd think I would never want anything to do with any of that ever again after something like that, but you'd be wrong. After wandering around for what felt like an eternity (can't have been more than a few minutes, really) I sat down at the edge of the stage and began to cry. I cried and cried until I couldn't really cry anymore. I was sure I'd have to leave and join the circus, even though there was no circus in town, and I was already trying to decide if I wanted to be an animal trainer or a tightrope walker when someone kneeled in front of me.
Her voice was soft when she asked me if I was lost, and I sniffled a bit and nodded. She look me backstage and then on the stage and I was sitting on her shoulders as she asked where my mom was. Soon mom was pushing through the crowd with my brother, yelling out my name and I started crying again and then we were backstage again, mom thanking her over and over and she just said she's glad everyone's ok. And before we left she gave me her CD and a little moon key chain and told me to take care and stay close to mom.
And that is when I decided what I wanted to be. I wanted to be a singer.
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December is just around the corner and I couldn't be more excited. Because December means Christmas and Christmas means caroling and presents and Christmas CDs and gingerbread and caroling and no schools and yummy foods and did I mention caroling? I get out of bed at half past ten (it's Saturday) and after a quick breakfast I head to the town where I'm meeting with some choir friends to talk about the songs we want to sing this year. I hitch a ride from Tony, whose going out to meet with some of his friends and I end up at the meeting spot way too early. Like half an hour early.
I walk around for a bit, until I sit down at the park bench with a huff. There's only a few other people in the park and it's only a bit chilly and it's so nice outside I rest my head on the back of the bench and close my eyes. I think about Christmas, and singing and the first concert I went to, and feel myself drift towards sleep.
Something cold and wet lands on my face and I open my eyes with a blink. Snowflakes are falling from the sky, slow and fat and I grin to myself. My breath puffs in the air and more snow falls gently on me but I don't mind. I stay still for several minutes, until a chill goes through me and I stand and stretch. I hear someone calling my name and see my friends have arrived. I go over to them and we retreat into the coffee shop with the snow piling slowly outside.
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So there's that. I don't even know. Tomorrow's topic is "Pet". Merry December, bye.
Pie out.
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