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Mar. 4th, 2006 08:44 pmI'm so weak and shaky I'm worried about cutting myself with my steak knife. I auditioned for Robin Hood a few days back. I was sure I wouldn't get into to it, I'm not that good an actor. I auditioned for them once when I was 10, I was rejected and didn't audition for anything again until I was 17 (Beauty, which I only got into because of my voice, not that I mind). Anyway, they said they'd post the cast list on the TFYP (Theatre For Young People, the people putting it on) hotline. I called it, hoping and praying to not get a real person. This lady's voice came on "If you are calling for the Cast List to Robin Hood: Lady of Sherwood please wait on the line. Arr me Maties, Pirate Tales be [deleted for the sake of time] If you have been cast please leave a message accepting your role after the tone. The part of John Little shall be played by Billy W-- Sir Gi by Frank D-- Sheriff of Nottingham by Wayne M-- Lady Amelia by Jessica P[she gobildie-gooked my name but everyone does]" I hung up really quickly, like the phone had suddenly been sizzling hot. "Oh My God! OH MY GOD! No one can say my name but Oh my God!" I flipped out, I haven't lost my head that thoroughly since my first kiss (for confirmation talk to any of the friends I called that night, I was not in my right mind).
I'm in a play, a real play, not a musical and not a school production. Ahhh!!!! I don't know whether to be incredibly excited or scared shitless. I have an actual role, with a name and everything. I'm not Lady-Who-Gives-A-Sh*t, I'm Lady Amelia I have speeches and arguments and heaven knows what else. Please don't let me suck, please please please . . .
I'm a little calmer now, I was squealing for half an hour after I listened to that message.
Phew, nothing much else has happened since I last wrote. Yesterday was the Steller auction; it went really well I thought. We got some A class stuff, there's a new mother and she's hell on wheels. She got us a $7,000 black pearl necklace, that we gave away in a freaking game. Also she managed to get us a brand new bike, snowboarding lessons with an Olympic Bronze Medalist, and a few other things I can't recall. She's an anal retentive witch but she gets the job done. Mom and I only got stuck with four things we didn't want (we have a tendency to bid on things we don't want in the hopes that someone else will up us, this doesn't always work). Let's see, what did I get that I wanted . . . there wasn't much really, Mom and I fought long and lost hard over a pair of hand painted shoes by a local artist. I got an art piece by our Gym teacher (he, a student, and our Biology teacher had donated pieces for the cause) it's really cool, simple but nifty, it's broken pieces of a mirror that have been rearranged on a solid black background, it sounds odd but it looks really different. Ernie was there and I had fun catching up with him and beating up a few of my friends to get a few items. I actually clawed at Josh when he up-ed me for the mirror, he's lucky I bite my nails. Jamie glared at me when I out bid her for a counseling group basket, and watching Billy and Sidney S. fight over a painting was priceless (they bicker so much it's adorable, I'd be surprised if they don't end up dating, they'd be good for each other, or at least she for him).
I got bored this afternoon and decided to morph my hair into a faux-hawk, I failed, my hair's just too long. But all the gel and goop in my hair actually looked really nifty, especially when I put on a necklace I had never worn before. I got so excited I put on an old Prom dress to match the necklace. I looked, dare I say it, sexy. I got the only digital camera I had at my disposal (my cell phone) and started snapping away. I played with the lights, hung up fabric to make a better background; I even took a photo of me posed in front of my new broke-mirror. You can see the phone but the image is so fragmented you wouldn't have any idea what it was you were looking at if I didn't tell you, needless to say it looked pretty cool.
My folks are putting on a movie, and my steak is long past hot, so I'm gonna go. Fuzz~J
I'm in a play, a real play, not a musical and not a school production. Ahhh!!!! I don't know whether to be incredibly excited or scared shitless. I have an actual role, with a name and everything. I'm not Lady-Who-Gives-A-Sh*t, I'm Lady Amelia I have speeches and arguments and heaven knows what else. Please don't let me suck, please please please . . .
I'm a little calmer now, I was squealing for half an hour after I listened to that message.
Phew, nothing much else has happened since I last wrote. Yesterday was the Steller auction; it went really well I thought. We got some A class stuff, there's a new mother and she's hell on wheels. She got us a $7,000 black pearl necklace, that we gave away in a freaking game. Also she managed to get us a brand new bike, snowboarding lessons with an Olympic Bronze Medalist, and a few other things I can't recall. She's an anal retentive witch but she gets the job done. Mom and I only got stuck with four things we didn't want (we have a tendency to bid on things we don't want in the hopes that someone else will up us, this doesn't always work). Let's see, what did I get that I wanted . . . there wasn't much really, Mom and I fought long and lost hard over a pair of hand painted shoes by a local artist. I got an art piece by our Gym teacher (he, a student, and our Biology teacher had donated pieces for the cause) it's really cool, simple but nifty, it's broken pieces of a mirror that have been rearranged on a solid black background, it sounds odd but it looks really different. Ernie was there and I had fun catching up with him and beating up a few of my friends to get a few items. I actually clawed at Josh when he up-ed me for the mirror, he's lucky I bite my nails. Jamie glared at me when I out bid her for a counseling group basket, and watching Billy and Sidney S. fight over a painting was priceless (they bicker so much it's adorable, I'd be surprised if they don't end up dating, they'd be good for each other, or at least she for him).
I got bored this afternoon and decided to morph my hair into a faux-hawk, I failed, my hair's just too long. But all the gel and goop in my hair actually looked really nifty, especially when I put on a necklace I had never worn before. I got so excited I put on an old Prom dress to match the necklace. I looked, dare I say it, sexy. I got the only digital camera I had at my disposal (my cell phone) and started snapping away. I played with the lights, hung up fabric to make a better background; I even took a photo of me posed in front of my new broke-mirror. You can see the phone but the image is so fragmented you wouldn't have any idea what it was you were looking at if I didn't tell you, needless to say it looked pretty cool.
My folks are putting on a movie, and my steak is long past hot, so I'm gonna go. Fuzz~J
