What We Saw From The Cheap Seats

The piano is not firewood yet

• I cut off my hair. Finally. 

• To me, choir is a collection of I-don't-know-why-I-didn't-cry. 

• I accepted the end of the year sitting alone in the band hall with you. I would rather duet with you any day.

• Yet again, this show is proving me wrong. I think it's the wonderful company. 

• I am of the opinion that whatever happens will be for the best in the long run. I could always go to New York(!) 

•  I should be writing every day. 

• I think too much about what this will mean in twenty years. 

• Nothing is ever going to be exactly as it is now. 

• Well maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe