My X day: I really got nothing, but on this day, I moved out of the Oakwood, where I had been staying throughout my time in Los Angeles. I also spent the morning with one of the Oakwood maintenance supervisors inspecting all of the apartments of the kids in my program. The guy hardly spoke, so that was a super awkward few hours. Again, this has nothing to do with the letter X.
X song: (this is the best I could do with my music) Coldplay - "Charlie Brown" from their album Mylo Xyloto
X word: xylophone
The Xylophone was waiting at a street corner for it to be safe to cross. He looked up and saw a flyer for band auditions. The Xylophone had never been picked for a band before, probably because he's a nerd of an instrument, but he had a good feeling about this one. Maybe the Christmas cheer or the fact that the Piccolo had winked at him just yesterday. I bet she just had something in her eye, but whatever it was, the Xylophone knew that this would be his chance. So, he pulled the flyer off the light post and continued his journey home.
The next day, he polished off his resonators, like that would help, and he skipped down to the studio where the auditions were being held. When he got there, electric guitars and drum kits were warming up everywhere. They all gave him a look like "what the f*ck is this guy doing here?" and rightfully so because, like I said, he's a loser. Anyway, the Xylophone found a saxophone in the corner of the hallway who looked approachable. However, even the Saxophone couldn't be seen with the Xylophone.
Luckily for the Xylophone, he was up next for auditions. So, he followed the Microphone and the Bass into the studio room, and those idiots gave him the gig because they were playing dumb Christmas songs, and Christmas songs are the only songs that actually need a xylophone.