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I have writers block, and I have to write a scene. A Shakespearean scene. That's hard to do with out something triggering some serious Shakespeare-ness.
This week's busy. I got the psych paper out of the way, and Finn tells me that I can hand in the English 200 whenever the hell I want, so that's some weight off of my shoulders. With the performances starting tonight and my audition in Victoria this weekend, I'm a little stressed. Monday night I broke down after rehearsal, getting snot and mascara all over Brent's shirt. I didn't sleep that night because of the psych paper. Yesterday, despite not having slept in 30-someodd hours, I was in high spirits for our invited dress. God only knows how I'll feel about it all tonight. Opening night. Do I know my lines well enough? How many will I trip on tonight? Will I manage to get my costume changes on time? Will I make all of my enterances? Hell if I know. Too late to worry about it, but I'm going to anyway. Three more days and the damn thing is over with.
"...to those who'd ground me,
take a message back from me:
tell them how I am defying gravity!
I'm flying high, defying gravity!
and soon I'll match them in renoun!"
I have to believe that I'm defying gravity. Even though I believe I'm a disgrace to the stage, for the next 72 hours I have to keep singing that I'm defying gravity if I want to make it through.
Back to immitating Shakespeare. I kind of wish I had brought my glasses... I'm squinting a bit.
This week's busy. I got the psych paper out of the way, and Finn tells me that I can hand in the English 200 whenever the hell I want, so that's some weight off of my shoulders. With the performances starting tonight and my audition in Victoria this weekend, I'm a little stressed. Monday night I broke down after rehearsal, getting snot and mascara all over Brent's shirt. I didn't sleep that night because of the psych paper. Yesterday, despite not having slept in 30-someodd hours, I was in high spirits for our invited dress. God only knows how I'll feel about it all tonight. Opening night. Do I know my lines well enough? How many will I trip on tonight? Will I manage to get my costume changes on time? Will I make all of my enterances? Hell if I know. Too late to worry about it, but I'm going to anyway. Three more days and the damn thing is over with.
"...to those who'd ground me,
take a message back from me:
tell them how I am defying gravity!
I'm flying high, defying gravity!
and soon I'll match them in renoun!"
I have to believe that I'm defying gravity. Even though I believe I'm a disgrace to the stage, for the next 72 hours I have to keep singing that I'm defying gravity if I want to make it through.
Back to immitating Shakespeare. I kind of wish I had brought my glasses... I'm squinting a bit.