MOOD: NERVOUS
LISTENING TO: Regina Spektor
Dear Diary,
We perfomed last night. On national television. In front of millions of people. I don’t even know what to think of that. We didn’t mess up and everyone sounded all right, so that’s good. We didn’t win, but whatever. I told the guys before we performed that I would be leaving the group after that performance. I just can’t see myself doing this. Singing for millions of screaming girls.
Now acting, for millions of girls, that’s another story.
In other news, this morning I watched Pride and Prejudice-the BBC version. Mmmmm Colin Firth. Now there’s someone I wouldn’t mind learning how to thrust with.
I have first round auditions for the play History Boys next month. Now that is something I can look forward to. They say every casting director around comes to see that play.
Cross your fingers for me.

-Ben

MOOD: ALRIGHT…
LISTENING TO: Jay-Z

Dear Diary,

We scrapped the costume idea, thank god. The guys were ready to give in, but I wasn’t having it. We ended up compromising on fur collared winter jackets…ugh. Sometimes I feel so outnumbered in this group.

Day 2 of our dance rehearsals.

I love the guys, but sometimes…I think I was meant for bigger things.

Oh, and I started reading “The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe” in between recording sessions. Good read.

-Ben

MOOD: IRRITATED
LISTENING TO: The Smiths

Dear Diary,

Today we met with the choreographer, Miguel, to learn our moves for the Eurovision performance. It was cool and fine and all until the part where he started thrusting.

WHOA HOLD UP. THERE IS NO WAY I AM DOING THAT ON NATIONAL TELEVISION.

Ugh. I told my mum over the phone how it went. She said something about it being healthy and natural. I am still not convinced.

Also, it did not help that Max was perhaps a little too into helping me get the hang of it.

Our manager mentioned ‘band costumes’ last night. Matching outfits. I’m sorry, but does he remember how rubbish these ass clowns looked?



I rest my case.

-Ben

MOOD: LIVID
LISTENING TO: Bright Eyes

Dear Diary,

I CANNOT BELIEVE THE STUPID STUNT MAX PULLED. He said got us a “really great, exclusive gig.”

We played at a Bar Mitzvah.

Brb, crying in the shower.

-Ben

MOOD: CONTENT
LISTENING TO: I’m Too Sexy- Right Said Fred

Dear Diary,

Completely Hyrise unrelated: Today I realized that I am one pretty motherfucker. Hot damn.

I think this will work wonders for me in the future.

-Ben