The past.
As the days pass and it draws closer to Weds and finally seeing Phantom of the Opera on stage, since sitting down and watching High School Musical, since my own first time on the stage after reading a script. . . . My heart, soul, very being hums to the thrill of standing before everyone and playing something that is completely not yourself and yet is deep down inside. I listen to all these songs; Phantom, High School Musical, and The Sound of Music. . . The courage I need to follow any dream seems to be stuck behind an iron door. The thought of it being foolish and stupid, amounting to absolute nothing, I can't shake this need, this yearning deep inside to act and to sing. To forget everything and just let it out. Play someone else with another's problems and allowing them to play out and get solved, making your own problems in life a bit more understandable since taking a look from a different angle. It's simply a want to be needed, to be praised, but I feel it may be more. Besides writing and reading, I've never truly felt more alive then up on the stage. To use the scenery and imagination to the point of living in a completely different world. Once again just a dried up dream trying to breath life back upon itself as the cruel truth of reality pushes it deeper and deeper into it's grave. At least it fights. At least it refuses to just fade away.