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| I rediscovered today the reason why I love theater. After the the show this evening I went out to greet the patrons. It had been a really long week, due mostly to the gross incompetence of countless adolescence and the inherent frustrations that are derived from the inmaturity and lack of professionalism that follow forwith from the conditions. This day, however, was pushing me to the limit of my tolerance. But as I stood outside the theater, secure in the knowledge that I had just perform the crud out of my role, I was soon approached by an elderly gentleman who I had never met before in my life. He looked me square in the eye, shook my hand, and thanked me sincerely for my performance, congratulating me for the excellent job I had done. I in turn offered my thanks to him for attending the show. At that moment I realized that the reason I love theater is because no where else, under no other circumstances can one person sincerely thank another person for the gift of entertainment they have given. No where else can one be on the receiving end of this fantastic phenomenon. After greeting several other people and thanking them for coming I realized that I was happy, content. All my frustrations from the past fortnight had melted into the one solid realization that I had truly entertained and made people happy. I am eternally grateful to have the ability to share the gift entertainment with the world through the great magic portal know only as the stage. O frabjous day, Calloo-Callay, he chortled in his joy. | | |
| Well I've spent almost the entire past weekend on a bus; and when not on a bus, I was performing generic christian rock music everywhere from the Mall of America to homeless shelters with my choir. I have to admit it was a lot of fun, (even though you all know how I feel about the orientation of busses). I came home tired and itchy-eyed, (darn you summer allergies) but rather satisfied. Right before we left on "tour" I was asked by a director from the Madison Repertory Theater who got my name from my last director from Frog and Toad, to act in a ten minute play for a new thing called young playwrights theater, a program were local highschool kids learn to wright plays and five are selected to be put on stage in a live reading. Anywho, we have about a week to put together some basic blocking and stuff before we perform next monday. The cool part is that were going perform at the Overture Center which is the real ginormous theater center downtown in one of the smaller theaters. And since I promised myself the first time I went the Overture Center that I couldn't leave town until I had performed there. I am very happy to have this opportunity to sever my mental bonds to Wisconsin and free myself from liberal land. weeeee Busses are gay | | |
| ch-ka-cha-ka..............Oh Yeahhhhhh I have just been offered a part in Musical Theater of Madison's the Sound of Music. This was the first real audition I've gone to pretty much since I moved. I was offered the role of Rolfe; be it because I look like the ideal candidate for the hitler youth, be it because I am legitimately seventeen going on eighteen, be it because I wowed them all away with my majestic voice and crazy-go-nuts acting chops, I care not. For I humbly accept. Excuse me I have just returned from the candy mountain, it was magical and I long to return. | | |
| I have this unexplainable fear of the unknown. I have always been the one who needs to see the plan before the action. The one who likes to know the situation before I rush in. I approach situations logically so as to always find the best solution before my decision. Unfortunately I have entered a time of my life were I have no idea what's to come next. Where the future is blocked from my gaze. And if I had to guess I'd probably say it looks bleak. I try to find things to keep myself focused, to stay hopeful, to have faith. But it's so hard when I have no plan. No visible future. No real motivation to keep myself going. Needless to say, I find this quite vexing. SO this month I'm saying to myself what I say to my self every month. This is the month, this is the week, this is the day, when I will take control. When I will take control of my life and guide it were I want it to go. God give me strength to actually do it this time. -Trying to find my door | | |
| I will be. I am. And I will be. | | |
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