my pop punk life

This is part three of a continuing story. If you would like to read parts one and two, you can do so here:  Part 1   Part 2 . ~ It was Monday, just over a week since I'd last seen the Seaside Jesters performing in their second show, and I was facing a dilemma. Tomorrow night was Tuesday night. Workshop night.  By this point, a couple people (Peter... my mother...) had been asking whether or not I was planning on coming to the workshops, and my answer was usually something like this.  "We'll see... my schedule's really full on Tuesday. Maybe next time."  There are honestly really only so many things to do on a Tuesday night. I didn't work then, preferring to go home after staff meeting and relax. Going to a Jester's workshop would mean getting rid of my night of doing basically nothing and pushing myself to get out of my comfort zone and do social interactions and various other things that are required of people in a social environment. ...

This is  part two of a continuing story. If you'd like to start at the beginning, you can find part one here . The story continues with me once again at the Reading Writing Center after that wonderful date.  ~ "Peter!" I said excitedly, standing behind him while he sat at the front desk. "I still can't believe that you're in the Jesters! And Melly! And just wow!" Peter laughed his jovial chuckle. "You know, there's another performance coming up next week." "Oh, I know," I assured him. I'd been very careful to mark down the date in my calendar so I wouldn't forget. "Are you and Melly going to be performing again?" "Melly is, but I'm not," Peter said. "Oh, that's sad," I said. "But you'll still be there, right?" "Of course I'm going to be there, my fiancee's performing!" Peter sounded scandalized. He often sounded scandalized when any of us ...