What a Hellish night.
The Kiwanis Festival is over, and we managed to scrape through our songs. I don't think we faired too badly, except I dislike most of the girls in my choir, save a few friends. Anyway, the stupid ajudicators took their sweet time and I couldn't leave till nearly ten o'clock. The thing was supposed to be over at eight thirty. But the best part was that Tyler waited through it all. The auditorium was so dry, and my tongue filled my mouth, making it hard to sing, but all I had to do was look over Mrs Strome's head and I could see him. It was really nice.
I am so tired...I think I am going to slee*head hits keyboard*sghonfklsrdnhgneituhbntgggg................zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz