What I Would Do if I Listened to Terrible Opera Music Part 2

Okay, this opera is really starting to great. As I stand now, I'm ably forty minutes through the first half, and I'm scared that if I don't keep working on it soon I'm never going to finish. Hence, this post.
I currently find myself at a particularly grating section of the opera where a decidedly untalented singer is warbling a melody that sounds like everything else that's been sung in this opera. Worse, the singer is accompanied by that infernal stringed instrument that I talked about so much in the first edition of this post. It seems to me that by this point in the opera, the guy playing the- lets call it a lute to save time- has completely forgotten the notes and so occupies himself by plucking along whenever he feels like it. The lute adds little to the music at best and, at worst, worsens the music further.
Perhaps the most annoying thing about the opera is that there aren't any visuals to give me a hint as to what may be going on. All you can see when you listen to the YouTube music is this beautiful picture;

The idiotic facial expression on the woman and the vacant expression on the man tell you very little about the opera. Fifty minutes in, I'm still in the dark as to what the heck is going on. In other words, Laura... I hate you. But I'm going to get through this punishment and YOU are going to listen to Green Day, gosh darn it!

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Okay, okay. I've finished the first half. Let me watch a few Vlogbrother's videos to recover before I get started on the second half.

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Hey, I just realized... there are only 25 minutes in the second half! This'll be easy.
Oh, wait. Never mind. I just started the music again. How can you forget how bad a song is over the span of ten minutes?!
I'll be back, blog. I feel like I shouldn't write in this half-crazed state of listening to terrible opera. Let me concentrate on the music for a minute.

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Only 15 more minutes of torture to go through. If for no other reason, I'm thankful that I listened to this opera so that I can better appreciate actually decent opera. I've never been fond of the genre, but hearing this shitty example of it makes the rest seem so much better. 12 minutes to go. (Note... it took me three minutes to write that short paragraph. You can see how the music bores into my brain).

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You know, I'd originally intended to review John Green's The Fault in our Stars tonight, but I didn't quite finish the book and so decided to write this post instead. Tell me... why the heck didn't I just finish the book and write a review? This is torture, whereas reading is enjoyable. On the bright side, drums are beating, trumpets are blaring, and the opera is wrapping up. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. My only question is: where were all of these new instruments coming in during those long, tuneless songs accompanied only by the lute? A few more instruments would have made those scenes so much more bearable.

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And... it's over. It's finally over. Nearly an hour and a half of torture, and I've finished! Take that, Laura! You didn't scare me away from punishments. You've simply made me really, really terrified of them.
I'm just glad that the whole opera is over with. It's certainly been a struggle. Still, I've squeezed some things out of listening to that crap. I now have a better appreciation for good opera, I learned that the best way to get these things done is to simply get them done, and I'm never going to miss my post again. Ever.

Thanks for reading,

-Mark