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Musician

Crisp, painfully smooth sheets of paper sit on your stand for the first time. Notes and patterns now unfamiliar, exotic, exciting, that you’ll soon be able to sing backwards and trace out from memory.
You stutter through the phrases, stopping every now and again to examine the ink. Scratches and incoherent marks appear on the fresh page that mean nothing to anyone else but map out a routine, a journey, in your head.

The arrogant, relentless snap of the metronome pushes you forwards as you trip over the runs. Patterns slowly emerge through the music taking place. As you pack away, aching with the satisfaction of work well done, one phrase lodges itself in your head and circles around, kindling the excitement of coming back and working on something new for tomorrow.

You stumble into awakening and are warming up your fingers, rippling through scales before your mind has stopped sleeping. You’re rubbing your eyes and squinting at your stand long after dark, rolling your shoulders back to push away the fatigue for another half hour. Slowly, slowly, amongst the frustrated yells, triumphant air punching, maniacal tapping of rhythms and phrases every waking moment and relentless repetition, a piece of music is forming. Finally, the enjoyment of flying through the pages and knowing roughly what you’re doing thrills you.

It’s only two weeks away! You clench your fists and clamp back a yell at the page as you play the same mistake for what feels like the millionth time. You know every crevice of the music inside and out, but everything has lost that initial spark with the obsession of perfection. You take a breath and move away, to come back in a clearer mind and work through it slowly until the final puzzle pieces fall into place.

At last, the day has arrived. An odd mixture of serenity at your knowledge of the music and blind panic fearing nerves and mistakes settles over you, and your head buzzes with it in the background of every other like-minded performance. You glance down at the programme every six seconds to count how many pieces there are to go before you’re on. The inevitable call of your name catches your ears and you plaster a calm smile on your face as your mind starts freaking. You wipe your hands on your sides a thousand times as you settle your music and open the page. Chin lifted. Shoulders back. Fingers tingling. Deep breath…

Help me stay in the USA

This the first time I write a post like this so I’m sorry if things look messy, but I really really need help.

I’m an international student from Chile in USA, to be legally in USA I need to be studying or i’ll have to go back to Chile. My problem is that I just transferred from a community college to another one and the difference from my past college is that this college requires me to have certain vaccines up to date. I had to get Tdap, chickenpox and and Hepatitis B vaccine that werent in my records, the total of this was approximately $258 dollars. That was already hard on my wallet (International students aren’t allowed to work in USA, the money I get to pay college is by baby sitting my nephew before and after classes). Today I had my new student orientation and was told one of the vaccines in my record didn’t work because it didn’t have the date (I got it from Chile and the records my mom sent me via mail didn’t have this information). I can’t register to classes before I have this out of the way so I went directly to a CVS MinuteClinic.  Because I’m a really anxious person and I was already a nervous wreck in the new student orientation, knowing I had to pay more money for another vaccine got me shaking…. making me tell the nurse to give me the wrong vaccine. So I got the Tdap again by accident (probably not the healthiest thing). That’s another $65 dollars… now I have a total of $323 in vaccines with one I didn’t need. The one I actually need is the tuberculosis test… which I had no idea it was a test bare with my ignorance. 

The total would be $65 dollars. Making my vaccines total cost $387. My main goal with this post is to get the $64 dollars for the TB test I actually need, but any help would be appreciated since I’m really in need for money with all of this situation.

My paypal is: conoporto@hotmail.com

Reblogs would be appreciated. Thanks for your time.