Do you remember that game we used to play when we were kids? It was called "telephone"; it involved one person whispering a phrase in another person's ear, and then that person would whisper it into the next person's ear. Eventually, the message would become so garbled that it would no longer even resemble the original statement.

I did not get into a fist fight (I almost wish I had) and I did not quit Pizazz (but a part of me almost wants to). I simply had a little disagreement with one of the girls in Concert Women and then left because I wasn't feeling well. The two things had nothing to do with one another (well, okay, so they did help to influence each other a bit). I had been feeling poorly from the moment I woke up (which was about 7:30). My asthma was bothering me really badly and I felt pretty gross. As the day went on I started to feel worse. By the time I stopped home to pick up my shoes for dress rehearsal I was feeling pretty crappy and I got into a little mini-argument with my mother about going to practice (she wanted me to stay home). So, as you can probably imagine, I was in a pretty rotten mood by the time I got back up to the school.

As soon as I walked into the auditorium, I knew I should have stayed home because I could feel the fog from the fog machines aggravating my lungs even further. I tried using one of my inhalers, but it made no difference (none of them, and I have three, had worked all day). I just wanted to get practice over with as soon as possible and I knew that it wouldn't move very quickly if people kept talking while we were trying to get stuff done. So, I snapped a bit at the girls behind (I admit that I could have tried being a bit nicer at first, but when you can't breathe your judgment tends to be a bit lacking) and ended up getting into a wee little tiff with one of them that she felt she had to continue backstage. She wanted me to listen to her point of view (to which I had no objections) but wouldn't listen to me when I stated that the only reason I was even snapping was because she wasn't listening to Fahnders and Craig to begin with. Our argument was doing nothing but upsetting me (which just further aggravated my asthma). Eventually, I had to go outside to try to clear my lungs (and head and stomach because by this point my cranium was pounding and I felt like I was about to regurgitate a horse). However, by this time hell had erupted what with many girls choosing to pick sides (which can be quite problematic) and there was some kind of riot or something, I don't know. I called my mom and asked her to pick me up because I couldn't make it through practice (due to my emotional and physical state) and then Mr. Craig showed up asking me if I had hit a girl. All I could think was, 'What the hell, is someone fighting??' And I told him no, but I was going home and he said alright. I went back in to get my stuff and several girls (I'm not quite sure who because you don't really look at faces when you can't breathe) were all like, "Oh nuh-uh, you ain't commin' back herr," to which I responded I was leaving. I walked back into the Stu-Co room to get my stuff and found the girl with which I was having the tiff with holding court singing damnations about me. Which really kind of just pissed me off.

I'm still going to be in Pizazz (apparently there were some rumors going about saying I wasn't), although I feel it will be an interesting experience, quite unlike I had imagined it. To be perfectly honest, I'm a bit wary of going up on stage with them and being backstage now. But I'm not going to let it bother me further. Really, it's already soured this whole experience for me. I tried not to let all of the drama ruin Pizazz for me, but geez, there's only so much ignoring you can do.