Sorry I haven't written in so long, I had a rather hard time with two broken arms. But that comes later. It was Saturday night, the night of the big dance at the end of Music week. After hearing me imitate singers all week, the rest of the guy in the dorm had decided that I would be the one to represent our dorm in the Vocal Cover event. It involved singing at least one song while a live band (made of previous event winners) played the instrumental with you. It was a rather hard event to win, and honestly I had no idea why I was chosen. When it was my events turn, I began to sweat and started wondering how hard everyone was going to laugh. One of the official handed out slips indicating the songs that each of us was to sing. I took mine and hurriedly opened it up, preventing any anxiety from building. When I saw the song I was to play, I almost laughed. "Bohemian Rhapsody" is one of my favorite songs, and I know it by heart. The contest got a whole lot more fun after that.

After I had sung my song, I waited back stage for the winner to be announced. The few minutes it took seemed to last forever. The suspense had been built, the stage was set. And the winner was... a tie. But it was a tie between me and a sophomore from Dorm 4. We were allowed to pick the song that we were going to sing, and the person who sung their song the best won. The sophomore went first, singing "Turn the Page." After waiting for his cheering to die down, I stepped onto the stage. Tjaden, who was playing bass, winked at me. I gathered the musicians together, and told them the song to play. A few of them laughed, but they all headed back to their instruments and got prepared. I nodded to the head guitar, and the familiar intro began to play. I smiled, knowing how funny this was going to be.

"Scotty doesn't know

that Fiona and me

do it in my van every Sunday."

A wild cheer had gone up through the crowd. People were clapping and jumping up and down, and I started to really get into it. Suddenly a fist came out of nowhere. I raised my left arm to block, but with no time to react, the punch landed on vulnerable bone. My ulna snapped with a sickening crack. I was determined to win the contest now, so I continued singing. Holding the mike in my right hand, I pseudo-kicked with my left foot. I pulled my foot down into a lunge step, and, tossing the mike into the air swung towards my attacker. Suddenly my arm stopped against my will. I felt my upper arm snap, and I cried out in pain and spun to knee my second attacker in the balls. I was getting seriously pissed. I couldn't concentrate enough to see the first attacker's pressure points, and I couldn't hit the ones I had memorized with my feet. So I improvised.

The first kick stunned him, and the second one brought him down. I looked to the crowd, who was utterly silent. I managed to smile, and everyone started cheering.

I woke up in the the infirmary a day later, not sure how I had got there. Alan smiled as I regained consciousness.

"Alan, where am I?"

"The infirmary, if you must know."

"And why am I here?"

"You blacked out in front of a crowd of people; really, it's not much of a stretch."

"How long was I out?"

"The better part of a day."

"WHAT!? Why so long!?"

"Stone stages are particularly unforgiving to the back of one's head. Now, you need to rest. You have finals tomorrow."

I know, I thought it was crap too. The second semester starts in a few days, and I'm not sure if I'm ready.