I DID IT!I walk on stage holding my instrument.The applause starts.I gulp.The audience is there,No doubt about it.No more pretending.Let's get this over with.I bow.And I sit.And then it begins.I am the concert master of the orchestra,and I am afraid.My solo is coming up.Here it goes . . .I try.I succeed.My heart is beating fast.It's over.It's done.It's history!The concert ends.The audience was there,No doubt about it.And that's okay.I did just fine.I am the concert master of the orchestra,and I did it.
TearsHave you ever hadin you moments of sorrowTearsThat run down your faceand falldownDownDownonto you?You are a storm of sad.You are raining.Your cries of pain are thunder.The tears are pouring downWatering your soul.They make you feel bettermaking your happiness grow back.Although the problem is still there,There might eventuallyBe a rainbow.
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Ode To Phillmoore, the fence with feelingsHe sits thereWatchingWaitingBouncing back stray tennis ballsAll AloneHe just wants a friend!No one understands his feelingsWait, what's that?There's a person heading in his direction!But all she's doing is trying to hit a tennis ball . . .She does not careAbout himOh well!He hugs her anyway as she hits the ballShe laughsHe has made her happy!Her friends laughHe has made them happy, too!Even though they only interpret his hug as simply 'running into the fence'They still do not know heThe fenceHas feelingsThey laugh as they leaveThey begin to understand the fence'He is all alone usually and was just giving out a hug'Yes!They have figured him out!He is not alone any moreAt leastNot all the timePhillmooreThe fence that gives out hugsFences have feelings, too
The Happenings of Tennis ClassTennis is Amazing.We fool around, yelling quotes from movies when we serve the ball, sometimes."YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" "LUKE, I AM YOUR FATHER" "EXPECTOPATRONUM!"Doing this then distracts us from actually concentrating on our serve, and we usually end up hitting the ball in the entirely wrong direction.We also name various objects.All the tennis balls are named Phil. The Vacuum is named Trashcan. The trashcan is named Vacuum. And the fence's name is Phillmoore.Phillmoore gives excellent hugs.We are making up a parody horror in which the villain has a tennis racquet for a hand, and he also holds it up to his face, using it as a mask. Whenever we fool around (which is often) we hold our tennis racquets up to our faces and creepily smile for the fun of it.We also talk about Mr. Slenderman.Because of this, I often dress him up in various outfits in my doodle book.If you decide to look at it, you will find him in a tennis outfit and a pirate outfit on various pages, interacting with