Me and My Thoughts on Literally Everything

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Orchestra pictures were today.

I hate pictures so much.

But now I'm sitting in a small closet in the rehearsal room typing this, the door open as some band kids practice.

The rehearsal room is a mess. Body bags containing uniforms are strewn about, chairs that no one's using at the moment are empty, backpacks and instrument cases sitting around, probably feeling neglected.

I already took my picture. I didn't stick around to see how it turned out, because I already know it probably came out bad. I got out of there faster than the Flash. It gets hot in those death traps we call dresses.

Ok, fine. I'll admit it. I'm alone, and I just saw one of my friends leave the room, when I'm sure he saw me. I'm sitting in the doorway. There is no way you could miss me.

And he's back again. But he stood at the piano and seems to be leaving yet again. I just made eye contact with someone. O-o.