OH THE IRONY.
First day of acting class today (my second year there!). Patrick was there again, of course - and of course I still have a crush on him. And he still has a thing for Emma. Who may or may not still have a thing for him. And then there are the 3 or 4 other girls who pine not-so-secretly for him.
I never had a chance, but my damned heart (or brain I guess, since hearts don't actually feel) can't seem to accept that. Despite the fact that I've had this conversation with him before. Despite the fact that I was blatantly rejected. Despite.
Well anyway, on to the irony. So this year we're putting on the classic Shakespearean play, Twelfth Night. We fiddled around with some short monologues by Viola and Malvolio, it was interesting. But then - since we've got far more females than males - the instructor split us off into pairs, girls to practice an Olivia/Viola scene, and mixed to practice an Orsino/Viola scene.
...
So I'm placed with Patrick, naturally.
And even better. The scene we're doing?
The one where Orsino goes on and on about all women but Olivia (whom he loves) being evil, and Viola (who is pretending to be a man) tries to convince him otherwise since she's, well, head over heals for the guy. Thus, he claims he could never love anyone as much as Olivia, she's so beautiful and intelligent and blah blah blah; Viola is crushed.
If Emma ends up being Olivia and I'm Viola and he's Orsino...I will laugh. And wonder how I got the part. And marvel at life's little coincidences. And then probably let things be because some way, some how, I got my justice.
If Emma is Viola and he's Orsino...
...I will need a lot of ice cream. And romantic movies to eat said ice cream while watching.
{End Angst}
In any case, today was considerably less stressful than the past few have been. Here's hoping this is how the rest of the week goes (:
I never had a chance, but my damned heart (or brain I guess, since hearts don't actually feel) can't seem to accept that. Despite the fact that I've had this conversation with him before. Despite the fact that I was blatantly rejected. Despite.
Well anyway, on to the irony. So this year we're putting on the classic Shakespearean play, Twelfth Night. We fiddled around with some short monologues by Viola and Malvolio, it was interesting. But then - since we've got far more females than males - the instructor split us off into pairs, girls to practice an Olivia/Viola scene, and mixed to practice an Orsino/Viola scene.
...
So I'm placed with Patrick, naturally.
And even better. The scene we're doing?
The one where Orsino goes on and on about all women but Olivia (whom he loves) being evil, and Viola (who is pretending to be a man) tries to convince him otherwise since she's, well, head over heals for the guy. Thus, he claims he could never love anyone as much as Olivia, she's so beautiful and intelligent and blah blah blah; Viola is crushed.
If Emma ends up being Olivia and I'm Viola and he's Orsino...I will laugh. And wonder how I got the part. And marvel at life's little coincidences. And then probably let things be because some way, some how, I got my justice.
If Emma is Viola and he's Orsino...
...I will need a lot of ice cream. And romantic movies to eat said ice cream while watching.
{End Angst}
In any case, today was considerably less stressful than the past few have been. Here's hoping this is how the rest of the week goes (: