I must like this, right?
Gah. I am performing a story in one hour. I'm okay with that. Sort of. It's a personal story, one I wrote for class, one I wouldn't have been able to get through without crying while I was still at Notre Dame. Hell, I would never have told it at Notre Dame, because everyone knows all the people I talk about in my story. Running naked through LaFortune is less embarrassing than that would be.
Ha. I would be embarrassed if anyone I knew from undergrad were watching me perform this. I'm glad no one is here to see me do it.
I realized something as I was ushering a show yesterday, keeping people from looking in the trap door for the dead baby (yes, dead baby.... in the trap door... I know)-- Doing things that terrify me is ultimately rewarding. I mean terrifying like playing Stella in Streetcar, or performing this story--not terrifying like jumping out of a helicopter naked with no safety harness. Eek.
I have to make 2 people who barely know each other comfortable enough to kiss in the span of the next 7 days. Why do I do this to myself?! I need warmups. of course I didn't bring any of my books that list them by the scores... that is what the internet is for, I guess.... well, that and porn...