Hi.
In 25 hours' time, I'll be in Victoria Concert Hall, probably half-dying by then. I'll look at the bouquets for the teachers on the table backstage and heave massive sighs of relief because I know they'll be safe there, after we did last-minute ordering at 5.30 PM the day before. And then we'll do a cheer backstage, and we'll wait patiently for everything to start, and we'll try to suppress our nervous excitement at the same time.
Then they'll call out our name and proudly, we'll walk out of the holding area while everyone applauds. And we'll sing our first song, Exultate Justi, and we'll totally sound freakin' awesome.
And here I am, fretting myself stupid about the bouquets. Sheesh.
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