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Thursday, December 09, 2004

CRAP I HAVE TO MEMORIZE MY LINES

I've had my script for almost a month now and I only have my opening monologue memorized. Our first rehearsal is on Friday, and they expect us to be offscript. Eh... oh well, I'm better at memorizing things the last minute, anyway. It just sucks, though because this isn't a high school play. It's in an actual theater, where real actors that have already graduated from college and have their performing arts degrees get paid to perform. I'm just a lowly senior from Harbor High. I don't know why they picked me for the part---THE LEADING ROLE OF SACAJAWEA. Maybe it's because I was one of the only ones who auditioned that actually looked Native American? Hah. I keep saying that, but my friends tell me it's not true.

People tell me that I have great stage presence, and that I have a huge, articulated voice. I guess it pays to be a loud, obnoxious little Asian girl. Who can talk without stuttering. Yay for articulation and projection!

Anywho, I was really intimidated by my co-stars. One of them went to the University of Oregon, majored in performing arts, and now has a job somewhere with computers but auditions for plays now and then. The rest are over 30 and I think one of them has a daughter older than me. *shrug*

Why the fuck am I writing in this when I could be memorizing my lines? I don't know. The Internet is too addicting, I guess. Or maybe it's the typing. I love to type. It's really fun when you can type 100 words a minute and just talk about your thoughts as they bounce up and down like an energizer bunny inside your maniacal head. Hah. Bunnies are fun.


   

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