It is finished
After every show I've ever done I get very contemplative. I start to analyze what the part I played meant to me, what my future holds, how it felt to lie in part by being someone I wasn't, the people I've touched, and lastly what I've learned about my character, the character of William Robert. This show is no exception and I have asked the same questions with regards to monsieur Fagin. And the questions themselves were powerful and integral to my growth as a person. I don't have any answers, but sometimes in life, you just need to ask the question for the sake of asking the question. And now...Rant of the week. Growing up, do you remember getting those emails or maybe you still get them where a girl talks about (in poem form) drunk driving, or dangers of drugs, or footprints on her heart. I feel evil inside because those emails are starting to annoy me. I understand the importance of not drinking and driving and drugs are bad and life is beautiful. But when someone sends out these mass emails, what the letter always say. "if you dont' send this to 5 or 10 people they will never achieve true happiness" Its almost as if with every chain email I break, I doom my life a little more, yet...I still smile when I know that this chain of self-satisfaction for the person who wrote it is ending with me. Take that...I feel bad for doing it, but I do it anyway. I wonder if that says something about me