We tore up hearts.
As much as I hate the cliche (I usually do hate cliches) I can safely say that being on stage last night, doing "Tearin' up my Heart" in front of a big audience, was one of the greatest feelings I've had in a while.
Now I'll provide context.
Last night, we had a chorus showcase for small groups, solos, etc. and we also did our competition numbers. So Max, Mark and I had arranged and choreographed "Tearin' Up my Heart", the classic boy-band N'Sync song. I don't know if we were originally being satirical or ironic, but that song is dangerously catchy and I found myself singing it throughout the day...while eating...pretending to work in Theatre...lathering up with soap and rocks etc. So we performed it last night and last night only in front of a fairly large crowd. And we wore wife-beaters. I know that performers are supposed to do it for the feeling of personal satisfaction instead of the praise blah blah blah. Still, that feeling of walking (or strutting, as it were) onstage and immediately hearing this great applause is really an amazing feeling. I suppose only some of you know what I'm talking about, but that feeling of performing the best you can and then getting a cacaphanous amount of applause (before, after AND during the song) is a great natural high. That number was really the most fun I've had on stage in a really, really long time. I suppose doing a number that isn't serious at all keeps me from worrying about doing as great a job. Even if we messed up everything, we still made it fun to watch. And as long as the audience is happy and enjoys the show, I'm good.
This will sound immodest (it probably is) but we nailed all the vocals and dance steps. I'm just saying.
I guess I can understand why people would want to go off and major in theatre or vocal performance or something to try and be a success in the art world. I imagine if you did succeed, it'd be a great, fun job.
Even though I don't number myself among people who want to have a job in the arts, I still admire people who have the chutzpah to go after their dream, even if it is arguably an unlikely and difficult dream.
I couldn't help but wistfully think that the show last night was probably one of the last times I'll be on stage and receive all those accolades after the show. Once in college, the plays and musicals are too competitive and time-consuming for a nonmajor to get a good part. So all that applause and praise from friends and strangers alike that I receive won't stay around too long. A part of me is sad to see that go away. Not that I need praise to feel good about myself. I just enjoy making people happy while performing, and I like hearing that they enjoyed seeing me perform. We like to give the audience their money's worth.
I suppose that liking praise and adulation is probably some sin like pride or something. Oh well.
And now I shall poetically wrap this entry up with some touching song lyrics.
I be on dat Kryptonite
Straight up on dat Kryptonite
I be on dat, straight up on dat
I be on dat Kryptonite
Thanks, Big Boi.
Now I'll provide context.
Last night, we had a chorus showcase for small groups, solos, etc. and we also did our competition numbers. So Max, Mark and I had arranged and choreographed "Tearin' Up my Heart", the classic boy-band N'Sync song. I don't know if we were originally being satirical or ironic, but that song is dangerously catchy and I found myself singing it throughout the day...while eating...pretending to work in Theatre...lathering up with soap and rocks etc. So we performed it last night and last night only in front of a fairly large crowd. And we wore wife-beaters. I know that performers are supposed to do it for the feeling of personal satisfaction instead of the praise blah blah blah. Still, that feeling of walking (or strutting, as it were) onstage and immediately hearing this great applause is really an amazing feeling. I suppose only some of you know what I'm talking about, but that feeling of performing the best you can and then getting a cacaphanous amount of applause (before, after AND during the song) is a great natural high. That number was really the most fun I've had on stage in a really, really long time. I suppose doing a number that isn't serious at all keeps me from worrying about doing as great a job. Even if we messed up everything, we still made it fun to watch. And as long as the audience is happy and enjoys the show, I'm good.
This will sound immodest (it probably is) but we nailed all the vocals and dance steps. I'm just saying.
I guess I can understand why people would want to go off and major in theatre or vocal performance or something to try and be a success in the art world. I imagine if you did succeed, it'd be a great, fun job.
Even though I don't number myself among people who want to have a job in the arts, I still admire people who have the chutzpah to go after their dream, even if it is arguably an unlikely and difficult dream.
I couldn't help but wistfully think that the show last night was probably one of the last times I'll be on stage and receive all those accolades after the show. Once in college, the plays and musicals are too competitive and time-consuming for a nonmajor to get a good part. So all that applause and praise from friends and strangers alike that I receive won't stay around too long. A part of me is sad to see that go away. Not that I need praise to feel good about myself. I just enjoy making people happy while performing, and I like hearing that they enjoyed seeing me perform. We like to give the audience their money's worth.
I suppose that liking praise and adulation is probably some sin like pride or something. Oh well.
And now I shall poetically wrap this entry up with some touching song lyrics.
I be on dat Kryptonite
Straight up on dat Kryptonite
I be on dat, straight up on dat
I be on dat Kryptonite
Thanks, Big Boi.