teatro

I have successfully survived through my first real college play. Well, opening night, at least.
It was fabulous!
I love theatre.
That's probably why I'm majoring in it.
And acting in plays and whatnot, you know.
It's a good thing to love what you're doing. (Even when it's scary.)
I made it through "Hell Week," doing my five-hour rehearsals Sunday through Wednesday. And now the show is officially open.
I have a bouquet of five tulips to show for it.
And a big bruise on my knee... (long story.. I'll tell it later.)
But yes, I have done it and lived through it and did a pretty good job, even. The best run I've had thus far. A good time to start peaking.
I got some good laughs; that was nice. Father didn't understand the play at all, but I didn't really expect him to all that much. My parents came and supported me (and my grandmother), which was all that really mattered.
We didn't have a huge audience, but it was nice enough to have people to absorb energy from.
Call was at six.
We got dressed (me, Laura, Shanti, and Christine, that is) listening to Miley Cyrus and N'Sync and Rocky Horror Picture Show. Our fabulous best-ever stage manager, Kyla, gave us all water bottles and makeup brushes and best wishes. Rachel brought us candy bars (mine was a Kit-Kat [my favorite] that read "break a leg as you break off a piece of this Kit-Kat bar").
It was great. Really great. I love this.