"Can't you see me on the stage performin' Mozart?"

Hi everyone,
What have I been doing lately that would be keeping me so busy that I forget to write a post? Well, the answer is: I am in a show - Sister Act - and we open on the 6th, and I'm working on finals for my first semester of college. As well as trying to make sure I eat and sleep and keep my off-brand semi-sanity.

For school I have a dance final, where I have to choreograph a minute of a song then perform it, as well as learn, then put to music and perform, a piece that our professor choreographed.
I also have the Stagecraft final: where I'll have to name various tools, and lumber and such and prove that I know how to use them.

Then there is the musical. We have a lot of choreography, music, lines, and blocking to learn, and we had two weeks less than musicals usually have for rehearsals.

I'm trying not to complain - after all, it was my decision to do all of this - but sometimes I just really need to get things said, otherwise the pressure and stress will cause me to explode further down the road.

My social-anxiety came back from his short vacation a few days ago, and worry-for-the-future came with him, so that's another fun thing to deal with...

I am so worn out... I can barely keep my eyes open for most of the day. I can no longer pretend that I'm fine... I can't hide the weariness any more...




My birthday just passed and it was a very interesting day... not so much in what happened (it was mostly just like any other day), but what it did for me. I woke up, went to class - I had Stagecraft that day - I honestly didn't expect anyone to remember, but my classmates said happy birthday. Which lightened my spirits. Then I went home, rested, then got ready for rehearsal. When I got there, a few people were already there, they said happy birthday, but other than that everything was business as usual. Then more people got there, and they all said happy birthday, and gave me hugs. People brought cake and brownies. Then, when everyone was there, we started warm-ups, and they all sang happy birthday. So it was all very normal, and routine, but still... it made me so happy, to see everyone's smiles, to hear their cheers, and feel their hugs. I felt loved. And I was overwhelmed by that. I was genuinely happy, which actually doesn't happen all that much (especially not since I was taken by exhaustion). I was with people that I loved, and I could feel their love for me, and that was all that mattered.



And I'm going to leave you there, because I need to write a paper on the concept and design elements of my choreography for tomorrow...


I used a Tangled quote for the title, because, Tangled is awesome, and happy, and always a good choice!