Part Two: The after party
If you haven't already, read part one.
After the movie, we headed over to our school. The performing arts groups at our school were putting on a show called Music Theater. My friend and I really wanted to see the show, but we didn't really want to pay the $7 entry fee. Since it was 7:20 already and the show had started at 7:00, we figured the ticket sellers would be gone by then. We ended up walking in during an intermission, so we just casually walked into the auditorium. Sure, we got in for free, but we also only got to see half of the show.
That half was really, really awesome, though. It was so awesome, in fact, that it inspired us to create music of our own. On our way out, we noticed that a door to the field house gym was open, but the lights in the gym were all off. We curiously peeked in and whisper-shouted things like "Echo!" and "Woo!" As I said before, we were largely inspired by the musical performances that we decided to sing in this acoustically-perfect room. We ultimately decided "The Phantom of the Opera" was the perfect song for us to sing, but we just knew we had to relieve our bladders before something even more embarrassing happened.
So we went back into the gym after we stopped at the restroom and were ready to sing in absolute perfect harmony when, suddenly, we heard people walking down the hall leading to the gym! We awkwardly crouched behind a trashcan in the pitch-black gym as we watched a family walk by. An uneasiness overcame us as the young children passed, for we thought they would for sure look into the gym out of curiosity and spot us. Luckily, we went without being seen. After a few seconds of silence had clouded the school, we decided it was time for our duet.
In an "inside voice" volume, we sang the chorus of "The Phantom of the Opera." Feeling quite proud of ourselves, we confidently walked out of the gym...and saw that a male teenager was walking down the hall and had probably heard our singing. We quickly turned our heads away to conceal our identities as we rushed out of the school. We then speed-walked to my car with faces red of embarrassment, releasing our laughter after the doors were closed.
We still really wanted to sing, though, so I played the song as I drove her home. We belted our hearts out to that song, sounding as beautiful as dying crows, we had decided.
It was the end to an adventurous evening full of entertainment around every corner. Needless to say, I think we'll refrain from public singing for a while...