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My show opens tonight!
I say my, but more or less I might mean our.
My school is performing Proof by David Auburn. It is a lovely play that was adapted into a movie in 2005. It's pretty good, it's emotional, it has a lot of double meanings. It's very deep, and really it's beautiful.
I play the 3rd biggest role (out of 4 cast members) and I love it. I love my character. Her name is Claire, and I get compliments every day on how well I portray her. I'm really excited because tonight is opening night, and now people are finally going to see all the hard work that I have put into this show!
I say it like that because I do feel like the other cast members could improve a lot, but they don't want to. And frankly that pisses me off and it makes me feel like I'm the only one who is working towards a beautiful show. The main character, Catherine, played by Catherine memorised her lines like a robot. She has no inflection. The father, Robert, played by James is good. He just doesn't know any of his lines and he is constantly messing up, which is wonderful. The love interest, Hal, played by my gay best friend Robert, is wonderful. He just also doesn't know his lines, and he's too animated and over-the-top with a lot of his lines which makes it really... unbelievable. My only problem is when people mess up their lines. I'm really bad at recovering. I make it a little obvious when they mess up because my natural facial expression, lolwhoops.
On another note, I checked my email this morning (it is currently Marh 7th, 6:52am) and I found I had an email from my mother. I got really emotional. I haven't talked to her in a long time and I was really thinking about her yesterday.
More on the lines of, "People can call up their parents and call them mommy and tell them they love them and just enjoy family... I have to wait until a certain time to email her and MAYBE she will respond. I haven't told her that I love her in years. I have nothing. People do not understand the greatness of what they have..."
I miss her, kind of. I'm not sure what it is sometimes. It's probably the sense of missing her, regret, and wanting the love of my mother. Probably.
On another another note, the sun is up! The sun usually isn't until 7:10. It got up this morning around the time I did at 6:30. Which is really nice. It's so much easier to wake up when it's not pitch black.
Well, the time is not 6:54am. I leave in about 20 minutes and I still have to:
- Pack an afterschool snack
- Find all my papers and homeworks and put them in my bag
- Find the rest of my costume pieces
- Get dressed
Kyoya, I hope you have a wonderful day.
And anyone else who is reading.
Wish me luck with my show.
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 Purple Sky Painter · Thu Mar 07, 2013 @ 11:55am · 0 Comments |
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