It's been a while since I last wrote. School and then summer. Toll taken. You know. Let me tell you about what I've been up to.
Love's Labour's Lost was a personal success for me. While it may not have been the best production of the show to grace this Earth, it was my first official USC production, as well as my first minor role in a play since Arsenic and Old Lace, and my first time playing the violin in character. Kate Burton approached me after the preview night and praised me heavily for it, and it made me very, very happy.
Once that journey was over, the school year was a mess of rehearsing and reading and writing and then I came home
Home was, to say the least, not really what I expected. Within several days of arriving back in Redwood City, the starting note of my summer was struck when a very close friend of mine disappeared from my life entirely. Poof.
Let me tell you something about ghosting. It is the single most hurtful and emotionally traumatizing thing you can do to another person outside of cheating on them. It is destructive. It is a really shitty way to start the summer. It's not like this person and I had an argument that resulted in a period of silence, we had a wonderful and happy phone call talking about our plans for the summer one day and then the next day she was gone. For a week she didn't talk to me. Okay, this isn't the first time this has ever happened. Six months prior she did the same thing, but then approached me afterward and apologized profusely. This time was not the same.
I sent her texts that gradually spiraled more and more out of control, first asking her if everything was alright and then begging her to say anything at all. She blocked me from viewing her Snapchat story.
One week turned to two. Then a month. And then two. And on the anniversary of the last time I saw her in person, I let her go. I sent her a letter I had been carefully drafting since May. And I never heard from her again.
She still watches my Snapchat and Instagram stories. She still follows me on all social media. She's in my orbit. Do you see how confusing this can be? I began self-destructive habits. I doubted everything I had ever said to her. I began questioning my friendships with other people. How bad of a person do you have to be to drive one of your best friends away from you without explanation? Am I really that fucking terrible?
This summer was a sad one. Even now, a few weeks into my Sophomore year I can't think about May through August without feeling a little sad. From working with the Middle Schoolers in the Hillside Room at PCC and waiting to get her texts to becoming a full time counselor and wondering when she'd come back. She painted my summer a deep shade of blue and I won't be able to remember it without remembering her as well.
But all this sadness wasn't for nothing, because I've taken all that anger and negativity and turned it into something else. Something I've been wanting to do for a long time: an album.
I've always been into narratives and storytelling. So I figured why not do it with something I love? Music has been a big part of my life since kindergarten. All I needed was a story. And she gave it to me. So thank you, Morgan, for giving me this. Maybe one day, you'll hear it. Maybe one day, you'll understand me.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to announce that In Redwood City, You Meet Real People will be my debut album as Ten Day Forecast, and it will be done very, very soon.
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