day shfifty five.

i have been in love with a man since the summer before my junior year.
his name.
saint saens.
BUT THIS LITTLE FRENCH BITCH IS GOING TO HAVE TO STEP ASIDE.

finallyyy! i will be getting a new piece for my senior recital! sweet jesus i'm excited.
frifri was basically saying it'll be like a cool fun showpiece. YAY.
and and and. i'm going to ask dionne. and. fri is going to bring in stuff. GAAAAAAAAAH.

"i'd love to work on this with you"
"what? the prokofiev sonata?"
"any of it."

YAYAYAYYAy.

my first lesson with mrs. frittelli was in some random office and i played something and she walked around me and stared while standing up writing down all these things i was doing wrong. afterwards..
i cried.
freshman year i didn't know any scales. she drilled them into my brain. she was in the office downstairs by the music library. i shared my lesson with katie? or was it ian.. or elise? hahaha. i just remember her being like "savannah, you need to know your scales."
so much crying.
sophmore year. i basically wasn't a GSA student. mentally. i tried to quit. i didn't practice at all. i didn't go to regionals which dissapointed her. i didn't do anything. but when i decided to stay at gsa. she said she was so glad i did.
crying.
junior year! uhh. i shared a lesson with. uh. where the fuck were lessons. i don't know! i feel like this year was good though. this is when i stepped it up. this is when i made 3rd at regionals. and got middle at all state. this is when we got comfortable.
now. it's like just. perfect. i brought in my lesson book and i was like OH MY GOD MRS FRITTELLI. I'VE HAD THIS SINCE FRESHIE YEAR. and she was like. why is it so thin? hahah. and i was like i guess i've been consistent! and she laughed. now it's like. she doesn't get mad when i don't bring anything. she knows what i'm capable of. and i don't know. i just love her.

it's just awesome how i went from being so scared of her to being kind of friends with her.