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I deleted Daniel's emails and I threw away his damn belt, which was the last real remnant of him in my life. I should say rather that Tyler threw away Daniel's belt. I was acting silly, like all girls do at times, and saying things like, "I don't know what to do with this. I don't want it here but if I throw it away it will just sit there in the trash can, blah blah bloo." So Tyler took the belt from my hands, walked out the front door, went to a neighbor's house and threw away the belt where he knew full well I would never go to get it back. Good boy. And good bye belt. Good bye Daniel.
And now enough about him.
Tonight's the big night. I'm doing my monologue at the Showcase Awards between Moorpark, Pierce and Valley College. I went to the dress rehearsal last night and it went semi-smoothly. I rehearsed in a bigger stage so I felt very comfortable performing in this one. However my monologue is difficult. So many lines contradict themselves or just don't ring true. I've been having a hard time trying to make an honest go at it, not to mention play an innocent Christian girl, but that's enough on that subject.
The director I've been working with, Kathy Lewis, for some reason seems to utterly adore me. She confides things in me and talks to me like I'm on the staff, honestly. Auditions for the Vagina Monologues, which she's directing for the fall, have not even taken place yet, but she let me pick whichever one I wanted to do.
She basically told me I was the most talented thing at Moorpark, which even though Moorpark is no Juliard, is still not a bad thing to hear. And sorry if I sound egotistical, but hell I am, and I am going to wallow in it for possibly a few more paragraphs.
She told me she thought of me to be the one contestant in this show when she saw me in the Shakespeare Sampler as Lady MacBeth. She said, 'She's just a little girl, but she's Lady MacBeth and she gets it.' Andrew Pokross, who was my MacBeth and who was my constant rival, she said was good but that he didn't have the "inate talent" that I have. That meant a lot to me.
She said she knew for sure I would be the one when she saw me in the One Acts. She was talking to Les, my Advanced Acting teacher and big-timey director type. They started talking about me, Les saying something along the lines of, "That Vanessa. She's really got something. She's so sensitive, yadda yadda" (I don't know exactly because I wasn't there, I'm just paraphrasing a summed-up paraphrasing here).
Knowing these things does give me confidence, but this damn monologue!
I'd best go practice.
Oh, but before I do. Let me just gush for a moment about a *crush*. Yes, a *crush*. His name is Stephen Tune and I love him. I've never talked to him, but I have seen him act three times, and he is quite possibly the most talented person I have seen at Moorpark. And he's only in Intermediate Acting. Sighhhh. I saw him in Wild Oats just a few days ago, and I muttered the words, "I love you" under my breath whenever I saw him.
Well, that night I went to the Laugh Factory with some friends, and he was supposed to come. I was excited, but he wound up not showing up. And with complete realization that at this point of the story you already do not care whatsoever, I shall nevertheless go on about my girlish crush. Well, my friend Ashley, who reminds me of highschool in that she dresses like how I used to combined with those highschool "IM SO PUNK I WANT TO YELL IN REBELLION JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE AND GIVE ME STUDDED BELTS!!!!!" folk. Anyway, my friend Ashely was talking to Mr. Stephen Tune on the phone that very night and she says something to the effect of, "Damn you Stephen, now you've made my friend upset. She wanted to meet you." Of course I felt like a creepy stalker, especially since my gaze was boring into her phone while she talked.
HOWEVER! He was actually intrigued, and dare I say, interested. He has no idea who I am (and no idea that I'm with his scene partner in acting class, Tyler McCauluff), but he even talked about me to random-guy-friend-Nick. Well, tonight at the cast party of Wild Oats I have a date to meet Stephen Tune in the hot tub. Perhaps my sexual frustration will finally be alleviated!!!!! Which is good, because I don't know how many more times I can take a shower with Tyler and be pressed up against the wall and his body or start grinding in bed without just fucking raping him. I'm not even kidding.
And now, to practice my monologue!!! Onward!
And now enough about him.
Tonight's the big night. I'm doing my monologue at the Showcase Awards between Moorpark, Pierce and Valley College. I went to the dress rehearsal last night and it went semi-smoothly. I rehearsed in a bigger stage so I felt very comfortable performing in this one. However my monologue is difficult. So many lines contradict themselves or just don't ring true. I've been having a hard time trying to make an honest go at it, not to mention play an innocent Christian girl, but that's enough on that subject.
The director I've been working with, Kathy Lewis, for some reason seems to utterly adore me. She confides things in me and talks to me like I'm on the staff, honestly. Auditions for the Vagina Monologues, which she's directing for the fall, have not even taken place yet, but she let me pick whichever one I wanted to do.
She basically told me I was the most talented thing at Moorpark, which even though Moorpark is no Juliard, is still not a bad thing to hear. And sorry if I sound egotistical, but hell I am, and I am going to wallow in it for possibly a few more paragraphs.
She told me she thought of me to be the one contestant in this show when she saw me in the Shakespeare Sampler as Lady MacBeth. She said, 'She's just a little girl, but she's Lady MacBeth and she gets it.' Andrew Pokross, who was my MacBeth and who was my constant rival, she said was good but that he didn't have the "inate talent" that I have. That meant a lot to me.
She said she knew for sure I would be the one when she saw me in the One Acts. She was talking to Les, my Advanced Acting teacher and big-timey director type. They started talking about me, Les saying something along the lines of, "That Vanessa. She's really got something. She's so sensitive, yadda yadda" (I don't know exactly because I wasn't there, I'm just paraphrasing a summed-up paraphrasing here).
Knowing these things does give me confidence, but this damn monologue!
I'd best go practice.
Oh, but before I do. Let me just gush for a moment about a *crush*. Yes, a *crush*. His name is Stephen Tune and I love him. I've never talked to him, but I have seen him act three times, and he is quite possibly the most talented person I have seen at Moorpark. And he's only in Intermediate Acting. Sighhhh. I saw him in Wild Oats just a few days ago, and I muttered the words, "I love you" under my breath whenever I saw him.
Well, that night I went to the Laugh Factory with some friends, and he was supposed to come. I was excited, but he wound up not showing up. And with complete realization that at this point of the story you already do not care whatsoever, I shall nevertheless go on about my girlish crush. Well, my friend Ashley, who reminds me of highschool in that she dresses like how I used to combined with those highschool "IM SO PUNK I WANT TO YELL IN REBELLION JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE AND GIVE ME STUDDED BELTS!!!!!" folk. Anyway, my friend Ashely was talking to Mr. Stephen Tune on the phone that very night and she says something to the effect of, "Damn you Stephen, now you've made my friend upset. She wanted to meet you." Of course I felt like a creepy stalker, especially since my gaze was boring into her phone while she talked.
HOWEVER! He was actually intrigued, and dare I say, interested. He has no idea who I am (and no idea that I'm with his scene partner in acting class, Tyler McCauluff), but he even talked about me to random-guy-friend-Nick. Well, tonight at the cast party of Wild Oats I have a date to meet Stephen Tune in the hot tub. Perhaps my sexual frustration will finally be alleviated!!!!! Which is good, because I don't know how many more times I can take a shower with Tyler and be pressed up against the wall and his body or start grinding in bed without just fucking raping him. I'm not even kidding.
And now, to practice my monologue!!! Onward!