1/2/2015 0 Comments Happy New YearI had the bright idea to go to Times Square and sing for a couple of hours and stay there until the ball drop. It sounded great in my head but in actuality not so much. It was super cold outside and there were so many people that there was little room to set up. There were so many police officers and blockade around that it made me nervous. Because of so much tension around New York surrounding the police I cannot comfortably be near them. It may sound ridiculous but I can't shake the feeling of unease. I did however love the excitement of all the people around me. I stood in the crowd and listen to all the accents. I have never been around so many people from so many places besides an airport. I totally loved it.
I even met a guy, but he was from a dating site. His name is Saadia. We met at Times Square and walked to Bryant Park and had hot chocolate and tea. It was nice to just simply meet. After we parted I was going to find a spot to sing but the place was already occupied. The life on my phone was quickly dying. For some reason I started to feel alone in the crowd of hundreds So I decided to go home and change clothes, charge my phone and come back out later. I figured I had time since it was still early. (2pm). By the time I got home it was after 4 p.m. I change clothes and talk to my roommates for a couple of hours while waiting for my phone to charge. They didn't think I would make it in time to see the ball drop. They kept saying I waited too late to go back out. Mind you, it was only 8 o'clock by then I knew I had more time left before midnight so why rush? I caught the end 9:47 bus to head back to the train station. I made it back to Times Square in good time! It was after 10 p.m. When I got there. Unfortunately the guys were right about me not being able to get to the center of Time Square. Most of the side streets are all blocked off. I could see it but I couldn't reach it. Police had barricades at the ends of all the side streets and only permitting people with hotel cards or passes up the street leading to Times Square. Further streets away from the epicenter were open for line pass holders but they were filling up so fast that it was hard to find a way to 7th Avenue. I finally found the street that was open to motor vehicle traffic! I got the bright idea to take a cab and get out closer to or at 7th Avenue, that way avoiding the police. it worked! I ended up near 7th and 54th Street but I made it to the center aisle. By that time it was almost midnight and everyone was in great spirits. I was surrounded by so many different people celebrating, laughing, smiling, drinking that I was no longer annoyed and having to walk for so long and being turned away. There were guys behind me that kept trying to start a wave of Cheers. The group of us would start cheering and listen to see how far it would travel up or down the street. That seemed to be the game of the night until the ball dropped. It's crazy that I have waited my entire life for this! While I was in my room earlier I contemplated not coming out because I didn't want to go alone then I realized that I have already conquered my fears and that I would no longer hold myself back for any reason and that's why I left Georgia. So leaving my room was much easier. When the ball dropped the confetti and shears from the crowd traveled from 42nd Street all the way back Columbus circle 59th Street and Central Park. There was an amazing show of fireworks coming from Central Park.! The fireworks were in so many shapes and colors that all I could do was stare like a child in all and happiness. Its funny to see so many people taking videos and pictures while I am taking videos and pictures. So many of us unknowingly apart each others experience there caught on film forever. I took the time to video message my family and my friend. I Love New York! Here's to an exciting future! Happy new year!
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