What Really Matters

     I'm going to hold off on posting the second day of the contest for now, because only 1 1/2 people have entered! Spread the word for me guys! And FYI if you're already subscribed to my blog, you can still enter down in the comments.
     I'm also sorry for all the acting posts. I just don't know what else to do! Let me now down in the comments if you have any other ideas for a post, acting or otherwise.
     Any without further ado, on with the post!



     The applause at the end of a show is amazing. It's even more amazing when the applause gets louder when you bow. It's something you will always remember. But that's not what about acting that really changes me.
     What really matters to me are the people that come up to me after the show and tell me how well I did. The people that I see sobbing in the audience as I recite my lines. The people that come up to me later and tell me how wonderful their day is now, or how our show helped them with something.
     What matters to me is the true laughter, or tears, or gasps that interrupt the show. Whenever I sit in a theater than I forget all that's going on in the real world, and I only think of the show. And whenever I'm onstage and hear a true sound of emotion coming from the audience, I can know that I've made a change.
     What matters to me is the other people in the show and the times backstage. When you're in the middle of the show, you're practically living in the theater, and everyone else in the cast is too. Everyone is tired and shoved together in a small space. Everyone gets slightly insane, and so you get to know the other people very well. And you'll always remember those times, and those wonderful people.
      Singing backstage.
      The flowers.
      The emotion that you feel.
      Getting to know your character.
      The interpretive dances backstage.
      Meeting everyone else onstage over and over and over again.
      The times when you know everyone else's lines and you've memorized the whole play.
      Carrying your script around with you everywhere.
      Building the play and watching it come to life.

    

I don't even know what I'm doing here. Why am I here? This was a bad idea.

My cue is five scenes away, so I have better go get in my place in the wing. It's never too early!

Oh wait, am I in the right place? Have I missed my cue? What is the meaning of life?

Oh no. I can't remember my lines.

That's it guys. I'm done for. Goodbye cruel world.

Here's my cue! Aaaaaand, here we go.

OWWWW! Lights in my eyes!

Why do so many people get worried about tripping? I've never tripp... Oh wait, never mind.

My life is over.

I should just leave.

AAAAHHHH

Oh wait, no one noticed.

And, first line.

Dang! That was good! Wow! I'm an actress right now!

Second line IN THE BAAAAAG!

I've got this.

Oops, got too cocky. There goes all my focus and ability.

This is bad.

Why is talking so hard? Blub, am I right guys?

They laughed! They like me, they really like me!

Done with my first scene, and yeah, it was great!

Never mind, I think it was pretty stupid really.

Nope! Now go for it again!

These shoes hurt.

I think my makeup is melting off my face it's so hot in this costume.

KILLED IT!

I'm going to Broadway guys.

I'm the next Bernadette Peters.

Oh. Oops. Never mind.

Wait, what? It's over? NO! This can't truly be happening!

Please, nooooo!

Why do you hate me world!

The clapping! It got louder!

I love this so much.

This is my life.

Opening Night/ Contest

First of- Our Town was today. And it was amazing. Thank you guys soooo much! I'm probably going to do a longer and better post tomorrow, but it's late and I'm tired.

So I would like to gain followers if possible, so I'm starting a contest. It's super easy. All you have to do is follow me by email (look to the side, it's a little bar) or already be following and then comment on this post what you think the best prize for winning this contest. Remember, I don't know some of you in person, so I can't make it something IRL. And remember to be reasonable. The person who's idea I like the least gets dropped, and then we'll go on like this once a week until everyone but one is gone and I have the perfect prize idea. Because right now I have no ideas for a prize. Sound good? Spread the word through my very small circle of followers. Good luck!

things i don't even find embarrassing anymore acting edition

1. Sitting in the monkey house at the zoo writing character back stories well everyone stares at me.
2. Getting mad at people that diss Broadway
3. Wearing full stage makeup out. Yep, poorly blended age lines and all.
4. Announcing to everyone in goodwill that i "cant wear the same thing to Emilys funeral as her Wedding"
5. Sweat stains on costumes. Those lights are hot.
6. All things that i might say during tec week. Im just slightly crazy then.
7. The high notes from Phantom of the Opera that i fail at. In public.
8. Everyone's faces when i tell them that i like acting. A lot.
9. Being able to quote plays word for word that ive never even seen.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

 
     Happy birthday to the best friend EVER, Dr. Elemis Potts. Or Bucky. Or Watsina. Or the Stage Manager. Or whatever. Emily. That one.
     I can't believe I've known you for so long now, and at the same time I can't believe that I haven't known you for longer. It feels like forever, when it's probably only been six years. How crazy is that? It feels like it's been so much longer!
     We've done so much together over those six years though! This last year, our tip to Creede was amazing! I can't wait to do it again this year. Going to plays, walking in the river, drinking coffee, and staying up until at least two A.M every morning we were there talking about, well, everything. Watching Harvey and being scared to death when my elbow accidentally hit the door, and being convinced that we were about to be killed by a giant rabbit. Creede was super fun, and one of the highlights of my summer.
     Another highlight was As You Like it. That was so much fun, and again, you were there the entire time. The whole thing was fun, from the auditions to the movie after and then the sleepover, to the actual practice, to the performance and the trip to Sonic after. I loved it!
     Cowgirl Cookie and Snickerdoodle! Pointing to the book and finding all of the people in the book that “looked” like characters in the play. I think that we really irritated Mrs. Lexi at first because we were so insane. But it was amazing.
     Our birthday parties... me, you, and Emma have had some seriously amazing times at mine, and everyone has had some amazing times at yours. Tradition is insane, how did we all even come up with any of those ideas? I mean really, how? The answer of course, is that we're totally insane, that's how. And that insaneness (yes, that's now a word) just becomes more insane when we're together.
     Our late night talks are crazy too. I honestly don't know how you could make me scared of a giant red tomato with gleaming eyes and teeth in the middle of the night, but you managed it. Every time we have a sleepover we stay up suuuuuper late, and I would say that's a good thing. I love them, even though they start to make so sense.
     Our awkward conversations are always great, even if they are awkward. You don't judge me when I tell you something awkward, and I won't judge you. With almost any other friend, I wouldn't be able to tell them anything about my love life, because I would feel like they would be hating me the whole time and I would feel bad. But with you it's totally ok. You understand and I love that.
     We have so many inside jokes, I can't even remember half of them. And for some reason no one seems to find them as funny as we do... But they're amazing. Thank you for walking the wrong way with me. It was fun.
     I think half the play's I've been in sense I met you have been with you, from the Pilgrim Play we both hated, to Cowgirl Cookie where we both have a great time, to As You Like It which was one of my favorite plays EVER! These were all sooooo fun with you! I loved having you there through all of them, someone that I knew so well. And yes, we are Kate and Constance. That needs to happen!
     Walking down the street, no one would think we could be friends, we're both so different. But knowing you, I totally get why I love you so much. You're so sweet and kind to everyone. You have a great sense of humor. You're pretty. You're an amazing actress. You are all around one of the greatest people that I have ever met. I'm so blessed to have met you and be able to get to know you as one of the greatest friends I have ever had. Some of the best moments of my life have been with you, and many, many, many more small moments that I will never forget.
     I adore you, and I'm so glad we're friends. Happy 15th birthday!

A Quick Reminder

     I've been noticing a lot lately, people are judging others more, when we don't have that right. We automatically assume something based off a couple moments spent with that person, or just seeing a stranger walk down the street. We assume something because of how they look, how they talk, their smile. But most of the time, we're wrong. I'm guessing that everyone reading this has, many times, seen someone and thought one thing, that gotten to know them and realized that you were totally wrong about them.
     And even then, after we get to know them, we still judge them. That person that has never done anything wrong wears short shorts one day, and you judge her for the rest of the time you know her because of that.
     To actually get to my point, I'm going to share a story from my early years, so, around when I was 6 or so.

     Where I used to live, I belonged to a club for girls. Two of my friends went there, I'll call them T and S. But sadly, one of my worst enemies went there too, let's call her A. I hated A, and she hated me. We were forced to hang out together because our parents and younger sisters got along, but we hated every minute of it. One day this club met at A's house. A and S got along very well, for the lfe of my I didn't know why. A and S wanted us all to label ourselves in the only way known to first grade girls, by telling everyone if we were a tomboy, something everyone wanted to be, or a girly-girl, something no one wanted to be. A was convinced that I was girly-girl because of our hatred for each other, and so she started jumping around with S yelling "we're tomboys, what are yoooooouuuuuu?" But T and I were wise, and little us knew that we weren't just a label. So we proudly announced to A and S, "us? We're people."
     I think that I more then than I do now. We are all people, there is no label, and no one should judge. We were all created equal, remember that.

    Oh and, I haven't seen or talked to T and S who I loved so much in years and years. We moved, and I totally lost contact. A however will probably always be one of my good friends. Even though we live hours apart, we still try to get together at least once a year, text all the time, and have at least one road trip together planned right now. So second moral, things don't always turn out the way you think they're going to.

Happy Single Awarness Day!

Happy Single Awareness Day all! Or Valentines day, depending on if you have a BF/GF or not. I don't, so I'm sitting here eating marshmallows and doing makeup. It's the best way to spend it. Trust me. Here everyone, have some cake *hands out cake* and some party hats *hands out party hats* and celebrate our beautiful Single Pringleness!