All I ever taught her was everything
I GOT THE AGNUS DEI!!!!!!!!!!!!
And the soprano part in the Kyrie. Bitches!
And I'm Velma in the Cell Block Tango and we have the SEXIEST dance ever. Could things get better? No. Well, maybe if I could actually dance. Oh well!
And this morning, in Acting, we had to do the craziest exercise...and I actually really enjoyed it. Normally I act but don't enjoy it, because I like performing, if that makes any sense. We're all supposed to perform the lyrics of a song that we identify with as a monologue. Easier said than done, because you have to be able to escape the rhythm of the song and actually think about what the words mean. I chose "Losing My Mind" from Follies, the song I sang at Cabaret Night sophomore year, not because some malicious guy has broken my heart or anything, but because I understand that feeling of fixation on something awful to the point where it infects everything you do. Anyway, we had a substitute teacher, and she made me start saying my monologue. She stopped me in the middle and asked me to pick a person in the class. I chose my friend Cassie, and she told Cassie to physically harrass me as I tried to do my monologue. She was circling around me and poking me and pulling my hair, and I was supposed to say my monologue to her as I tried to avoid her. It was scary. I actually lost control. I wasn't even acting, I was just being me. I forgot that Cassie was Cassie, I was just trying desperately to get away from her. I was on the verge of tears--it was the scariest thing. I had always kind of assumed that this was kind of a quiet resentment sort of song, but it became about desperation and humiliation and everything that's ever tormented me...it felt so good to be able to say the lyrics and not act. I can't really explain it. It was amazing. I walked out of class shaking.
Woah.
Love,
Raberman
And the soprano part in the Kyrie. Bitches!
And I'm Velma in the Cell Block Tango and we have the SEXIEST dance ever. Could things get better? No. Well, maybe if I could actually dance. Oh well!
And this morning, in Acting, we had to do the craziest exercise...and I actually really enjoyed it. Normally I act but don't enjoy it, because I like performing, if that makes any sense. We're all supposed to perform the lyrics of a song that we identify with as a monologue. Easier said than done, because you have to be able to escape the rhythm of the song and actually think about what the words mean. I chose "Losing My Mind" from Follies, the song I sang at Cabaret Night sophomore year, not because some malicious guy has broken my heart or anything, but because I understand that feeling of fixation on something awful to the point where it infects everything you do. Anyway, we had a substitute teacher, and she made me start saying my monologue. She stopped me in the middle and asked me to pick a person in the class. I chose my friend Cassie, and she told Cassie to physically harrass me as I tried to do my monologue. She was circling around me and poking me and pulling my hair, and I was supposed to say my monologue to her as I tried to avoid her. It was scary. I actually lost control. I wasn't even acting, I was just being me. I forgot that Cassie was Cassie, I was just trying desperately to get away from her. I was on the verge of tears--it was the scariest thing. I had always kind of assumed that this was kind of a quiet resentment sort of song, but it became about desperation and humiliation and everything that's ever tormented me...it felt so good to be able to say the lyrics and not act. I can't really explain it. It was amazing. I walked out of class shaking.
Woah.
Love,
Raberman