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Thursday, January 7, 2010
I had another "I Love Glee!" moment--The Diva-off: Kurt and Rachel duke it out for a defying gravity solo, and although the vocals were stunning and the plotline was hilarious as usual, I was particularly impressed on how they captured the angst, anticipation and awkwardness of audition atmosphere.
Of course, try outs have there own degree of palpable anxiety, but never have I seen it conveyed in a sitcom. The silence, the anxious and judgmental glances, the sizing up of competition, divas, all of it. Thank you, fox (words I NEVER EVER thought I'd say) for providing me with some relatively shallow form of entertainment that I could empathize with.
Measuring life in love at.4:47 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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