to quote a random Shakespeare icon...
"Art thou terminally dense, or just a dumbfucketh?"
What the HELL am I doing? A two-hour practice for two numbers turned into a three-hour practice for one number. The practice for the other number will be on a night when I will be out of town on a school trip. I can sing well and dance poorly as separate acts, but my brain ceases to function whenever I try to do both at once. I am disablingly afraid of heights, stages and all public performances -- but I have to sing and dance, on stage, on freaking RISERS! Between the vertigo and the stagefright and the 360 degree turn at the end of the opening number, there WILL be trauma. I just know it.
And an hour into the practice I remembered the load of Pre-Calculus homework I forgot to do in study hall, so that the next two hours became increasingly filled with panic that the directors would keep us to do the second number and I'd be up until 2 doing math and I haven't been able to stay awake for the first three classes of every day for nearly a week now and I can't stand it anymore, godammit.
Welcome to one of my nervous breakdowns -- which are thankfully few and far between, but damn does repression cause some nuclear holocaust when it breaks.
I gotta try not to cry on my PreCal papers. I haven't done that since Geometry and I'd rather not repeat the experience.
Fuck.
-rave
What the HELL am I doing? A two-hour practice for two numbers turned into a three-hour practice for one number. The practice for the other number will be on a night when I will be out of town on a school trip. I can sing well and dance poorly as separate acts, but my brain ceases to function whenever I try to do both at once. I am disablingly afraid of heights, stages and all public performances -- but I have to sing and dance, on stage, on freaking RISERS! Between the vertigo and the stagefright and the 360 degree turn at the end of the opening number, there WILL be trauma. I just know it.
And an hour into the practice I remembered the load of Pre-Calculus homework I forgot to do in study hall, so that the next two hours became increasingly filled with panic that the directors would keep us to do the second number and I'd be up until 2 doing math and I haven't been able to stay awake for the first three classes of every day for nearly a week now and I can't stand it anymore, godammit.
Welcome to one of my nervous breakdowns -- which are thankfully few and far between, but damn does repression cause some nuclear holocaust when it breaks.
I gotta try not to cry on my PreCal papers. I haven't done that since Geometry and I'd rather not repeat the experience.
Fuck.
-rave