So today I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed…..
Had a shit day after the day our train from plymouth ran over someone…We had our performance with Attik dance today.
Kaley and I have been volunteering with Attik since November. The creation of our performance began in January. We created the entire performance based on our sounds, musical tastes, and different dance movements that we created independently or with a group.
I was in a bad mood anyway but then Kaley was late and we missed our first train to Plymouth.
But we arrived (although we had missed our tech) and began to warm up for the performance.
We invited several of our friends. Now admittedly a few of them were on the fence about coming but we knew we had at least two people who were on their way. They had gotten lost but when we hadn’t heard from them again before our performance we figured they must have found it. We did our dance and it was beautiful and I am really proud of it. There was even a point when we were bowing that I though I heard a familiar “whoop”. We felt good. But after a little while and a few texts we realized that they hadn’t been there. Our little shining moment kind of popped like a soap bubble
It was hard not to feel disappointed. We knew it wasn’t intentional, it had just been such an exasperating day already that we started to laugh and cry at the same time. I managed not to for the most part, but there were tears leaking out that I quickly swiped away or tried to suck back into my eyes. The only thing was that one of the people who was supposed to come and then got lost, was our ride home! I was happy that I had bought a return train ticket after all. Apparently our lost and frustrated friends had given up and had headed back to exeter. Fellow dancers Sarah and Hazel both offered to give us a lift to the train station.
We stayed for the rest of the show, had a bulmers, and chatted with our fellow dancers. . At one moment as we were about to leave It happened again. I was forcing myself not to start crying but this little girl, probably no more than 10 years old, saw me, came right over to me and asked “Why are you crying?” Kaley started laughing out of how these ludicrous things kept happened. I quickly sniffed and laughed myself a bit and said, “Well we had friends who we thought were coming but the ended up not being able to, and I’m just a little sad about it.” By this point her sister or friend and one of their father’s had come over to us as well. They asked if we were both american, if we were sisters, and then complained about their raffle prize which was a gift certificate for a LUSH party (we told them we would gladly take it if they didn’t want it) But then the time came to go. Since Sarah was waiting with Linda for her taxi, Hazel decided to take us. We were about to go and just as I was sending a text message, Hazel violently backed into a parked car. At this point we couldn’t believe it and figured that things were probably just going to get weirder. At this point Kaley and I just started laughing and repeating “what is with today?!”
Ben’s wife Nick gave us a ride to the station (which was thankfully uneventful) where Kaley and I bought a four pack of strongbow and caught our train. Upon which we listened to music, made up dances, and were weirded out by the tweaker who walked around talking to himself until the Newton Abbot Station.
Today I’m left feeling burnt out but mildly amused. We have our second day of editing Moving to Civvie Street. After which I am coming home and going to sleep for the next 3 days.