Messages dans Contemporain

  The discomforting sensation you had earlier is back, considerably more painful this time.   It’s never even happened twice in the same day before. You’re beginning to think that whatever this is, it’s probably more than just a stress-response.   From the corner of your eye, you see a bunch of girls behind you just standing there and giving you strange looks through the mirror, and you notice Julianne is among them.   She has her arms crossed over her fake chest, eyeing you suspiciously as she gives you… Lire la suite

  You scroll through your classical playlist in search for Celtic Woman’s ‘The Voice’, one of the songs for your group performance taking place two weeks from now. You find it by the time your hand is turning the gold-plated door knob. You notice a few people in the distance, haphazardly scattered across the room as you let yourself in.   The gentle hum of the heating system fills the room along with the sound of a few shuffling bodies and idle chit-chat.   The air is even warmer in… Lire la suite

  You stop by your locker before you head to the rehearsal room to drop off your belongings. You set your satchel down and turn the grey metal dial as you enter the new combination to your locker. It takes you two tries to get it right, and it opens up with a very slight creak. You had to get it changed about two weeks ago since someone had managed to break into it and steal your iPod, your recorder, a library book—which you had to end up paying for—and… Lire la suite

  You’re instantly engulfed by bright lights and hot air. You breathe out a sigh of contentment, incredibly grateful for the warm, toasty atmosphere as you feel the heat quickly neutralize the unbearable cold you felt just seconds ago.   You dust the snow off your jacket without halting your footsteps and adjust the strap of your carry-on as you feel it digging into your shoulder, bearing most of its unnecessary weight.   You make a mental note to remove whatever items in it that you don’t use daily. You… Lire la suite

  You tug on your jacket and pull your beanie further down on your head as you continue to brace yourself against the mercilessly frigid onslaught. You say a silent ‘fuck you’ to whichever administrator is responsible for this currently fucked up parking situation.   Fuck, it’s cold.   You realize that you say ‘fuck’ a lot when you feel like your blood is turning to ice.   It’s your fourth winter in Milwaukee, and you’re honestly not sure you’ll ever get used to how cold it gets here. And… Lire la suite

  The wipers sway intermittently across the windshield, and their blades do a sloppy job of clearing the precipitation from your view. Their constant rubbing against the glass emits ear-wrenching squeaks that you wish you could ignore, but cannot.   These ancient wipers need to go.   At least that’s what you’ve been saying for…how long has it been now? Five months? Yeah, about that long.   Every time you get around to changing these annoying wipers, something else more urgent suddenly comes up, and whatever money you’d been saving… Lire la suite