I drove a lot today-- flute lessons and Mr. E's and whatnot.
My GDYO audition prep process is satisfactory, as my flute teacher says. My orchestra excerpts, especially Mendelssohn is great, but my Ibert solo is on the weaker side. I don't know why, but every time something doesn't go the way I want it to regarding flute, disappointment showers over me, bringing little bit of tears to my eyes. However, my sound is great, she says. Even the repairman at Mr. E's inquired me about the brand of my flute and which school I attend, though I'm not sure if his curiosity emerged from his thinking my sound is great or just out of blank curiosity. Flute teacher suggests that I open up my ears to other people's music... I believe part of her emphasizing that idea is my subtle reaction to the recordings of her other amazing students, which is contrary to what she desires. Sometimes, I think my mind is veiled a lot, so people think what I display physically accurately matches my mind... but that's not the case. Many think I hate them because I glare at them with hatred, when I'm honestly just blankly staring without any thoughts.
Well, here's Maru right now.
Off and away in his dreams...
Like always.
