"The key to change is to let go of fear"

Last Thursday was a crazy day for me, I started my day at 7AM getting ready for school, and with me I brought all of my dance paraphernalia (make-up, costume, tap shoes etc.) plus what I needed for an orchestra rehearsal and concert (black clothes, violin, music, etc.) It barely fit in the tote bag I tried to stuff it in. It was also a day that required a lot of changing outfits, something that has great potential to be awkward. We be ourselves didn't miss a minute of the awkward.

First was the dance dress rehearsal. We arrived at the school we were using for rehearsal space and were directed to go find the music room to change in. Err, okay? We found a few rooms with people changing but they were all little kids. Like, four and five year olds. With their fathers. Changing. Yeah, not going to work, thanks. We did eventually find a bathroom to change in.

Our last change of the night was the other awkward one. This time my friend, who we can call Sally, needed to change from her orchestra clothes to her street clothes. Sally was too lazy to go upstairs into the girls' bathroom, and the one on the first floor was being occupied by theatre kids. After a bit of deliberating we decide to try the string room. The string room is a small square room that is filled with instruments, where most of the orchestra kids store their instruments. It's rather sketchy. Sometimes I will go in there and find people in the midst of a music lesson. It's also a good place to make out or something if one needed a private space. It's about twenty minutes after the show so we figure everyone has left and it's safe to change. The door doesn't lock, so Sally, a friend and I are just standing there as Sally quickly changes pants and shirts. As she's zippering her pants the doorknob turns and the door opens. Oh crap. Hurry! I'm thinking. In walks our conductor. Cue mad gigglefit out of embarrassment. "Oh I didn't know anyone would be in here, much less changing," he remarks surprised, and leaves the room, the door closing behind him. Smoooth.


Sachi