MADRIGAL NIGHT ONE: MEG'S ACCOUNT:
I've had several people come up and say how lovely the madrigal was (and that they could hear me singing sometimes...ehh...I really was just belting last night, because we were so flippin quiet!! gaaaahhhh!!), but honestly, we had so many technical difficulties....not just technical, either. Let's start from the beginning, shall we?
QUOTES:
THE CHOIR KIDS ON THE BUS GO 'LA LA LA, LA LA LA, LA LA LA!!'
THE PENGUINS ON THE BUS GO 'EEEHH EEEHHH EEEEHH!!!'
ALLLL THROUGH THE TOWN!!!
We sang...the whole way....and I lost my ability to scream. The awesome bus driver that took us the night before, without any problem, got lost like seven flipping times. We got there AFTER the doors opened.
Then we had the whole chicken problem. We didn't have enough food. And Glinda-my awesome soprano one buddy-was a main wench, and I had to stop what I was doing and help her get the courts food (I didn't think they actually ate!!! My grandma said one guy took this huge bite, and then had to say a line!! WTF!!) So, while I was at my table, Dustin yells over at me.
"Hey wench,"
"What?"
"Come here," wiggles finger angrily. "Tell them," angry pause,"to get the food. for the court. now."
Me-stares. *sarcasm* "They're working on it, Dustin. Trust me. We have other problem out here."
Walks off. There are tables that didn't get food. And I'm out here working my tables, and you have the flipping nerve to stop me to get you food that's a prop so you can sit on your butt while Jazz I shares a box of rolls? *don't ask, guys. Just don't*
And legit, Mrs. Adams got Jazz II nice little cards and ornaments. WHAT THE FLIP? THEY SIT ON THEIR ARSES AND HALF OF THEM DON'T SING!!!! DA FUCK!!!
Just....just kill me...
Okay, and Jazz I. We stomp around like a bunch of elephants. If we can get places with staring at the ground and shuffling VERY loudly, that'd be great, guys. Even if we walk fast, hold out your skirt and keep your head high! Just stay in character.
AND FOR YOU INFORMATION, DUSTIN, YOU LITTLE BITCH. I'M NOT A WENCH.
I WILL, HOWEVER, SUPPLY A CHARACTER SHOE UP YOUR ARSE, IF YOU SO DECREE, SIRE.
Adeu, my lovelies.
-MEGARA
I've had several people come up and say how lovely the madrigal was (and that they could hear me singing sometimes...ehh...I really was just belting last night, because we were so flippin quiet!! gaaaahhhh!!), but honestly, we had so many technical difficulties....not just technical, either. Let's start from the beginning, shall we?
QUOTES:
THE CHOIR KIDS ON THE BUS GO 'LA LA LA, LA LA LA, LA LA LA!!'
THE PENGUINS ON THE BUS GO 'EEEHH EEEHHH EEEEHH!!!'
ALLLL THROUGH THE TOWN!!!
We sang...the whole way....and I lost my ability to scream. The awesome bus driver that took us the night before, without any problem, got lost like seven flipping times. We got there AFTER the doors opened.
Then we had the whole chicken problem. We didn't have enough food. And Glinda-my awesome soprano one buddy-was a main wench, and I had to stop what I was doing and help her get the courts food (I didn't think they actually ate!!! My grandma said one guy took this huge bite, and then had to say a line!! WTF!!) So, while I was at my table, Dustin yells over at me.
"Hey wench,"
"What?"
"Come here," wiggles finger angrily. "Tell them," angry pause,"to get the food. for the court. now."
Me-stares. *sarcasm* "They're working on it, Dustin. Trust me. We have other problem out here."
Walks off. There are tables that didn't get food. And I'm out here working my tables, and you have the flipping nerve to stop me to get you food that's a prop so you can sit on your butt while Jazz I shares a box of rolls? *don't ask, guys. Just don't*
And legit, Mrs. Adams got Jazz II nice little cards and ornaments. WHAT THE FLIP? THEY SIT ON THEIR ARSES AND HALF OF THEM DON'T SING!!!! DA FUCK!!!
Just....just kill me...
Okay, and Jazz I. We stomp around like a bunch of elephants. If we can get places with staring at the ground and shuffling VERY loudly, that'd be great, guys. Even if we walk fast, hold out your skirt and keep your head high! Just stay in character.
AND FOR YOU INFORMATION, DUSTIN, YOU LITTLE BITCH. I'M NOT A WENCH.
I WILL, HOWEVER, SUPPLY A CHARACTER SHOE UP YOUR ARSE, IF YOU SO DECREE, SIRE.
Adeu, my lovelies.
-MEGARA
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