"Stop trying to hold my hand!"

I often have to wait for my parents to pick me up after play practice.

Not that I'm complaining or anything...

I always have a certain rock, a very special rock I stand on.

Since it's about 7:3opm or so when I get out there, it's often dark, so dark your really can't see me.

While I'm standing on the rock, I like to sing:


Opera, to be exact.

But I don't sing just on the rock, I sing from the theater, going to the rock.

Which means that I have to pass quite a few cars in the front of the school.

Of course, I always look to see who is driving the car to see if I know them.

I'm pretty sure they're judging, since I can see the look on their face when they see me singing opera.

Often I see people getting in or out their cars and people stare at me and give me that, "What are you smokin'?" look when they also hear me.

I sing various things; like Phantom of the Opera, Wicked, The Music Man, and other various fun songs I can think of.

Oh how I love waiting to get picked up, it brings me great joy into my life.