Door Nails

And here we thought the road trip would be the tough part.

     Dead as a door nail is a pretty good analogy to what The Juilliard Four are feeling like right now. This morning, we all woke up in beautifully squishy, clean beds. Mrs. West had prepared a breakfast spread of epic proportions that we gratefully (and ravenously) dug into. We spent the next few hours practicing individually, getting ourselves back into our respective instruments after having not touched them the whole day before. A delicious lunch of hand-made pizzas (prosciutto and arugula pizza is to die for) preceded a brief outing to get Matt's car's headlight fixed. We arrived at the car service station and in literally less than a minute the serviceman had fixed the light. It was unplugged. *facepalm* We appreciated the swift fix, though, and started to head back to Thomas' abode. On the way back, we decided to try and play some Frisbee. . .despite the fact that we were inside of a cloud that was showering us with miserable precipitation. Nevertheless, we attempted at some disc-slinging for a few minutes in a slightly muddy park before giving it up and going back. Upon arriving, we found that the one and only Ryan Brideau, another good friend who was joining us for two of the three concerts, had arrived from Georgia to rehearse music for Wednesday and Thursday nights' concerts. We hit the scores and dived into intense rehearsal for the next few hours. After looking through the pieces that he was involved in, Ryan departed for the day, and we took a brief respite from our work (including a few great games of ping-pong). Realizing that we did have TV interviews the next morning to promote Friday's Chattanooga concert, we decided that we had to jump back in to figure out what we would play for that. More intense rehearsal ensued. We smelled dinner long before we saw it. The day's final glorious meal was a welcome break full of fun conversation and unbelievably delicious teriyaki pork. One more quick break and we were back at it, arranging and polishing up the next morning's television repertoire. We all had headaches, potentially from the altitude, warding off sickness, lack of water, or perhaps breathing the same air for twelve hours. We're all exhausted, but excited to see our work's result in the coming days. But as for now, we're all pretty much dead door nails. 

3/4/2015 - 12:27 AM

Philip is tired -

Does not want to write haiku -

Woops, already did.