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Oct 31, 2005 13:57

I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid.

Why did I choose this? Am I really supposed to? I get so damn nervous. How am I going to do this? I feel like this is my only shot, whether it is true or not. I can't bring myself to mail the forms just yet. Its in 2 weeks, I have no time to work on a monologue, and when I say that I am not exaggerating as usual. Is that how you spell exaggerate? It doesn't look right.

I am not afraid. I am not afraid. I am not afraid.

I'm scared shitless at the moment. It just now got me scared, up to now I have been fine with it, even excited about it, and proud of myself because of that. I'm supposed to do this, to be this. Am I supposed to? Yes. Yes. What if my knees lock up onstage and I faint in front of the judges? What if I forget the lines and in a panic burst into tears like a 4 year old? What if I panic and just start laughing and stuttering? I do that just talking to people. What if I can't stop the pre-performance nervous breakdown? I've been doing really well with that recently. But this one is not at Centre. This is the real world. Kinda.

~It was never meant to be taken seriously.

~You know what happened James. They changed it.

~They changed what?

~The critics. They made it important. What's it called?

~Play.

~Play.
~Finding Neverland~

~He says its time to let go. Everything's going to be alright.

~How do you know? How do you know something bad isn't going to happen?

~I don't.
~Finding Nemo~
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