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Saturday, September 1, 2007
Well, I finally finished fussing over the template. The text doesn't quite fit in the box as I would like and it looks a bit awkward, but I'm satisfied with the image. The Romeo and Juliet line is one of my absolute favourites, so this design was a lovely excuse to integrate some Shakespeare into my blog.
It finally hit me, auditions for the fall production are drawing near. The idea has me absolutely petrified.
It's funny, when it comes to performing in a show, nerves are never a nuisance. I'm so comfortable with the blocking and lines, All I focus on is enjoyment. Yet come auditions, I'm a nervous wreck. My voice shakes, I trip over words, my knees quake, and I have this curl of nausea growing in my stomach. They always say to breathe and stagefright is normal and blah blah blah, but none of that actually alleves the manic tendencies. I seriously hope I'm prepared enough to overcome the anxiety this time, I REALLY want a role (more specifically Bernice) but with a 10-person cast, I doubt that's going to happen. And usually when I really want something, I manage to become obsessive, and somewhere in my desperate yearning, I second guess myself and make enough fatal mistakes to screw things up for myself and take it that much harder when I fail. Yet when I don't really care, I happen to do pretty well. The obvious answer would to relax and get over myself, but somehow I can't. Isn't that dandy?
I just now hope I can find a suitable piece that I can somehow memorize, perfect, all while maintaining school work, extra-curricular crap, and somehow convincing my parents I'm sane enough to participate in theatre. Should be fun! ugh.
Measuring life in love at.5:50 PM
Ann
Loves:Theatre(shocking), Armenia, Nutella, Rain, Musicals, World Music, Spanish, Origami, Tolerance, Scrubs, Reading, Tech, Poetry, Peace, Screenwriting, Travel, Wedding Cakes, Art Class, Shakespeare, Contemporary Issues.
Loathes: Algebra, High School Musical, Athletics, Blind Patriotic Idiocy, Chapel, Turkey, Azerbaijan, Dress code.
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