moment of the night: getting ready to perform in 30 seconds flat.
we're all standing around grumbling about having to wait another 40 minutes before performance because things got delayed or something. I'm peering at the mirror trying to spray my hair, still wearing a sweater and jeans.
klara runs up and says "okay they've changed things around... so we're going to perform NOW."
speediest quick-change ever. plus i think the only time i've gone for a performance with still-damp-hair -.-
cringeworthy scene of the night: audience started clapping and the music people cut off the last bit of the song. Klara and then Sanna both got up in turn to start the music again. but aiyah nvm laaaaa.
blonde moment of the night: when i sprayed hairspray allll over the cut on my hand. i've got a stiff wound now. epic fail.
quote of the night: (as i was backcombing Inese's hair) "That looks like how my hair looked the night my boyfriend came back."-- Louise [TOO MUCH INFORMATION omg]
sweetest moment: 1st performance overseas and away from Blast-- I can't even tell you how much of a pang it was, feeling odd moments of similarity and seeing these faces, which have grown familiar to me, but which are not the familiar faces I remember. I wasn't really consciously thinking it, but you know there are some performance traditions-- like giving flowers etc? And like my parents always got me flowers, and we'd give each other little gifts as well?
Guess what. Being in Sweden I'd obviously not expected anything, but Klara got us all roses. I couldn't speak for a moment, because this girl-- she's got a heart of gold. Pure, solid, beautiful gold. If ever I've flared up at anyone here-- okay, make that ONE person-- it was as much on account of how much she bullied Klara as because she irritated me to no end.
klockan fyra pa morgon moment: When I realised this was the last time I'd see Sanna; that we'd have no more practices; that it-- everything-- is all coming to an end. I ache, I ache, I ache.
it was a small performance, in no way as intensive as even the slackest of a blast effort, and it wasn't like the choreo was super difficult (if anything, maybe completely to the contrary). but-- it WAS a performance, and it WAS an experience, still. and i hadn't fully realised it until today, but BW has really shaped a large part of my Swedish experience. There are so many things I'm missing already, so many things I'm going to miss only because I haven't realised yet that they're gone... like trying to conduct warmups in Swedish and having everyone stare at me in shock and burst out laughing because I'd said harga instead of herga. That actually isn't completely wrong if you subscribe to the notion that "the bitch is always right".
but no more. and last lyrical jazz class tomorrow as well since I'm going to miss the one on Lucia for the DC performance.
some things you don't miss until it's too late
Time to say our goodbyes, girls. Say goodnight and go.
(and of course, do my @^$#@# essay)