Wickedness
Animania Day #1 is over, but I'll do a post on that later.
Basically what I'm here to post about is an adventure that only goes to show how celebrity-crazy I am. I use to think that the Burimyu gang were an exception, that they were the only ones. But apparently I'll latch my myself onto any "celebrity" and throw away my entire life for them- even if they don't know I exist. *facepalm* I disappoint myself.
Anyway, what's done is done.
Basically after the con I went out to dinner with my friends, then met up with other friends at a bar. We hung around there until I left around 11pm to go to the Capitol Theater to hang around the stage door in hope of catching some of the cast coming out for photos and autographs. I had no idea they did this, otherwise I would have stuck around on the nights I actually went to see the show.
My friend Alice stayed with me the hold time, ah Alice, I cannot thank you enough for sticking with me with all my crazy >___
Jemma Rix, who played Elphaba (The Wicked Witch of the West) both times I saw the show came out after about 15-20 minutes? She was very kind, signed autographs, chatted with people, took photos with us all. It was very sweet. Then I suppose her boyfriend (?) was waiting on the corner and they walked off together.
We ended up standing there for probably another 30-40 minutes but no one else from the cast showed up. I was sure that if I turned around and left, they would come out. I didn't want to keep Alice there and a part of me felt like an idiot standing there, but I just couldn't live with myself if I left.
Eventually, around midnight, someone came out and looked at this group of about 6 random people standing there. He looked surprised and told us the entire cast had already gone home and no body else was left. Naturally I was shattered; after taking a photo with Jemma, I was so ... excited? Well no, I did have thoughts that the rest of the cast might not come out, but anyway, I really did hope James Smith, who plays Boq and I have found myself completely infatuated over, would come out so I could meet him...
The first thing Alice said to me was "Are you okay?" and she spent a lot of the rest of the night offering me words of comfort.
D-Did I look that sad? Ahhh, I-I know the words fit the time perfectly, I was and am still quite down about the whole thing... but! Well, considering, I did make the most of the night. I got a photo with Jemma Rix as well as her autograph, and as she was the only main cast member to come out, it does mean I got all I could have gotten tonight. AND, I did not walk away empty handed. Finally, I stuck to it to the very end and did not leave until I knew it was over. For that I'm happy.
Never the less... I can't help but feel a little (okay, who am i kidding, VERY) disappointed. I hate feeling this way, I mean I met the oh so talented woman that played Elphaba both times I saw the show. I got a photo with her and her autograph which is a whole lot more than I can say about Eiki or Naoya or the others!
I guess my heart was so set on James... and seeing Jemma was like getting a taste of the cake but being unable to eat it?
This is pathetic I hate this part of me, the only word I can think of to describe it is pathetic.
The worse part is that I know it's terrible, but I won't change a thing, and I will whine about it! URGH. I hate that kind of thing more than anything!
But... could it be because despite all the negative things I feel about this matter, despite how low I judge myself on it... if I'm lucky, occasionally, it'll offer me some bliss? With Burimyu I can see it, but with Wicked I can't.
Um... it's so magnificent I'd see it again and again, and I can't stop listening to the soundtrack and I just CANNOT stop thinking about it. Surely this enjoying it is some sort of bliss? But why can't I enjoy it?!
Oh and the absolute worse part; I'm convinced I will go back there a few more times to try my luck at meeting James. I'm that sad.
*shakes head at self*
I'll never regret getting into Burimyu; all the pain I went through to get to Bankai 003... I told myself after that week, heck after the very first show I knew it had all been worth it. That week will still be the best week of my life, no matter what (good luck, Honeymoon). But Wicked... I feel like I'm stressing more about it than I am enjoying it- but the stress only comes from enjoying it! Like I listen to the soundtrack because it's beautiful, but reminds me it's not the Australian cast. I go to the stage door in hope of meeting the cast, only to be reminded how sad I think I am acting.
OH I AM SO CONFUSED.
I'm glad I saw Wicked. I just wish I didn't love it as much as I do.
I WISH FOR ONCE I COULD JUST LIKE SOMETHING.
I WISH I WOULDN'T OBSESS OVER IT. FALL HEAD OVER HEELS FOR IT. TALK ABOUT IT UNTIL PEOPLE THINK I'M NUTS.
*head desks many times*
I think the worse part of tonight ... well I have two options;
1) Not meeting James Smith or Tim Campbell. But mainly James. I went into Wicked squealing over Tim Campbell and tonight I didn't even care if he came out. But this is the selfish option.
2) Meeting Jemma Rix and not even appreciating it. How many people would love her autograph and don't have it? How many people would want a photo with her? FAR OUT WHY AM I BEING SO SELFISH??!!?
I hope I'll be able to sleep tonight, still have a long day at Animania tomorrow.
Basically what I'm here to post about is an adventure that only goes to show how celebrity-crazy I am. I use to think that the Burimyu gang were an exception, that they were the only ones. But apparently I'll latch my myself onto any "celebrity" and throw away my entire life for them- even if they don't know I exist. *facepalm* I disappoint myself.
Anyway, what's done is done.
Basically after the con I went out to dinner with my friends, then met up with other friends at a bar. We hung around there until I left around 11pm to go to the Capitol Theater to hang around the stage door in hope of catching some of the cast coming out for photos and autographs. I had no idea they did this, otherwise I would have stuck around on the nights I actually went to see the show.
My friend Alice stayed with me the hold time, ah Alice, I cannot thank you enough for sticking with me with all my crazy >___
Jemma Rix, who played Elphaba (The Wicked Witch of the West) both times I saw the show came out after about 15-20 minutes? She was very kind, signed autographs, chatted with people, took photos with us all. It was very sweet. Then I suppose her boyfriend (?) was waiting on the corner and they walked off together.
We ended up standing there for probably another 30-40 minutes but no one else from the cast showed up. I was sure that if I turned around and left, they would come out. I didn't want to keep Alice there and a part of me felt like an idiot standing there, but I just couldn't live with myself if I left.
Eventually, around midnight, someone came out and looked at this group of about 6 random people standing there. He looked surprised and told us the entire cast had already gone home and no body else was left. Naturally I was shattered; after taking a photo with Jemma, I was so ... excited? Well no, I did have thoughts that the rest of the cast might not come out, but anyway, I really did hope James Smith, who plays Boq and I have found myself completely infatuated over, would come out so I could meet him...
The first thing Alice said to me was "Are you okay?" and she spent a lot of the rest of the night offering me words of comfort.
D-Did I look that sad? Ahhh, I-I know the words fit the time perfectly, I was and am still quite down about the whole thing... but! Well, considering, I did make the most of the night. I got a photo with Jemma Rix as well as her autograph, and as she was the only main cast member to come out, it does mean I got all I could have gotten tonight. AND, I did not walk away empty handed. Finally, I stuck to it to the very end and did not leave until I knew it was over. For that I'm happy.
Never the less... I can't help but feel a little (okay, who am i kidding, VERY) disappointed. I hate feeling this way, I mean I met the oh so talented woman that played Elphaba both times I saw the show. I got a photo with her and her autograph which is a whole lot more than I can say about Eiki or Naoya or the others!
I guess my heart was so set on James... and seeing Jemma was like getting a taste of the cake but being unable to eat it?
This is pathetic I hate this part of me, the only word I can think of to describe it is pathetic.
The worse part is that I know it's terrible, but I won't change a thing, and I will whine about it! URGH. I hate that kind of thing more than anything!
But... could it be because despite all the negative things I feel about this matter, despite how low I judge myself on it... if I'm lucky, occasionally, it'll offer me some bliss? With Burimyu I can see it, but with Wicked I can't.
Um... it's so magnificent I'd see it again and again, and I can't stop listening to the soundtrack and I just CANNOT stop thinking about it. Surely this enjoying it is some sort of bliss? But why can't I enjoy it?!
Oh and the absolute worse part; I'm convinced I will go back there a few more times to try my luck at meeting James. I'm that sad.
*shakes head at self*
I'll never regret getting into Burimyu; all the pain I went through to get to Bankai 003... I told myself after that week, heck after the very first show I knew it had all been worth it. That week will still be the best week of my life, no matter what (good luck, Honeymoon). But Wicked... I feel like I'm stressing more about it than I am enjoying it- but the stress only comes from enjoying it! Like I listen to the soundtrack because it's beautiful, but reminds me it's not the Australian cast. I go to the stage door in hope of meeting the cast, only to be reminded how sad I think I am acting.
OH I AM SO CONFUSED.
I'm glad I saw Wicked. I just wish I didn't love it as much as I do.
I WISH FOR ONCE I COULD JUST LIKE SOMETHING.
I WISH I WOULDN'T OBSESS OVER IT. FALL HEAD OVER HEELS FOR IT. TALK ABOUT IT UNTIL PEOPLE THINK I'M NUTS.
*head desks many times*
I think the worse part of tonight ... well I have two options;
1) Not meeting James Smith or Tim Campbell. But mainly James. I went into Wicked squealing over Tim Campbell and tonight I didn't even care if he came out. But this is the selfish option.
2) Meeting Jemma Rix and not even appreciating it. How many people would love her autograph and don't have it? How many people would want a photo with her? FAR OUT WHY AM I BEING SO SELFISH??!!?
I hope I'll be able to sleep tonight, still have a long day at Animania tomorrow.