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Musical Theatre First day of theatre school. It was not what I expected. None of the people that I really liked from last year showed up, which half dissappoints me, half pisses me off. Now I'm left with the crawl under your skin type of girls, all younger than me. I'm happy to be there. But it's not the same. What do you do without you're crazy friend "Z"? Who will you steal drinks from the dusted over fountain drink machine with? Or what about Sasha, and her nakedness? Who will you now try desperately not to stare at when she strips down bare while facing you in the dressing room? What about Abbey? ....I don't know what to say about her...but...what about her??? How bout the older girls who I wanted so badly to be like, even tho they didn't likely know my name? WHAT ABOUT THEM?? I danced well for the audition. It was surprising, because I usually freeze up in the audition, forgetting the steps completely, while the dance direction shakes her head shamefully. I was good today though. We did numbers from Will Rodger's Follies and Seussical the Musical. I acted alright, but they didn't call me back up to the "stage" to read mine again w/ a British accent. I'm actually quite good with a British accent. What a shame. I sang ok. I was nervous, so switches to head voice were a little sucky. But it's ok. I'm not really excited about the next three weeks. I guess when you're away from something for so long, you just have this image in your head about the way it was. And the real thing doesn't match that image anymore. Now I'm one of the oldest there. I hate growing up. -SnubReality P.S. "The Red Badge of Courage" is sickening me. I've read about 30 tedious pages, and already I'm begging for it to end. It's supposed to be skillfully psychological and fancy in it's writing, but it ends up being a boring actionless novel with too many adjectives and similes. I DONT CARE WHAT ITS LIKE, JUST FUCKING TELL ME WHAT IT IS. I'm sorry you read it Bats, it was likely a waste of your time. But thanks.
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