10.13.2002
 
Singing is quite a rush. Especially with a "multitude" in front of you. The duet sis and I sang was... eh. We were both nervous and congested, so we have something resembling an excuse.

Oh, saw Michael from choir two years back at Ren. Fair. That guy is still as FOB-y as he was back when I last saw him (accent and all)... not to mention that he was there with someone who looked like a boyfriend. I really wouldn't be surprised if it was.

Before the choir started their sound check I was listening in on Carlie's conversation. Apparently Darren Romeo, "the Voice of Magic" (he sings while performing magic tricks), knows the two and they were talking about how they distracted him several times over during his performance.

And the boy is cute. He does magic, he can sing, and he's cute. More over: he sings showtunes. Hell yeah! Sign me up for a ticket or two.

Speaking of which, curses to the duck for being able to go see Flower Drum Song! ;_; I wanna go! Sometimes I wish I lived in the tri-city area just so I could swing down to NYC and watch Broadway everyother weekend. Especially since musicals have started to become decent again (Thoroughly Modern Millie and Urinetown to be precise). Damn.

Feeling much better now. Could be all the (two pills of) meds that I took. Or the Jasmine tea. Or both.

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