I like to randomly make stuff up on my keyboard. So, as metioned before a few times, I wrote The Apprentice, a 20-minute song, out of boredom. It turned out quite good, my friends liked it, my cousins liked it. Heck, my 'enemy' liked it. So I decide to record it on my keyboard (It was written as sheet music) and capture that tape on my cell phone, hands free now.
I tried to e-mail this dude I know at Weill Recital Hall, left anonymous, and try to get a chance to play it for a few people. The only day that was available was a few saturdays ago. Then: I realize, it's my friend Alex's birthday!
I have no choice but to go to the party, and had to cancel the concert before Wednesday. On Friday, Alex calls me to tell that his party was moved to Sunday because he had to go somewhere on Saturday.
I really fucked up here. Call me a retard if it pleases you; i know i would.