Marshmallow Pudding

Today was the recital for violin. I was really nervous while waiting, but when I actually got up onto the stage, I used my imagination to make things better. First the audience faded away. Then I saw my dog, Milo, running around on the ground. I heard the fammiliar typing of the keyboard as my dad worked and the sink while my mom washed the dishes. When I started to play, Milo curled up in a ball on the sofa, and the stage turned into a carpet. During the performance, I wasn’t nervous at all, and the audience cheered when I was done. When I got home, we celebrated with a great dinner. I thought of another composition and started to write it down. Later, we got a call that I was going to the Honor Recital! The-hang on. Argggggg!!! Milo! Stop licking me! Okay….um..yeah. The Honor Recital (MILO *glares at Milo* is sleeping on my arm, which is making it very hard so type. And it’s making my arm sore.)is a SPECIAL recital for SPECIAL people that did eSPECIALly good in the recital (alot of SPECIALs there!). I’m usually in. Oh, and for clubpenguin-ers, if you don’t know already, there’s a new mission. In the HQ. If you don’t know what the HQ is, then that’s why I’m not giving details. Or the soulution the mission. Um, and, since it’s kinda like recital season, I wish for all the recital people to do well (especially Issabelle)!

-Aki