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Firstly I would like to thank everyone for the likes and reposts in the last few hours ... Okay, more than last few hours but today and late hours of last night. Merci Beaucoup.
I become the lead role, the whole world is my stage. Sadly you can't skip over a scene like turning a page.
Nelson: Please don't make me sing Alyssa. Alyssa: It's a musical, Nelson. We ALL have to sing. Nelson: *sighs* oh geez. Alyssa: Well, it'd be simply illogical if *looks over* aannnddd he's gone.
I shield my eyes, the bright stage lights blinding me, and let out a muffled scream as the crowd cheers wildly. Not good. Charlie looks at me in confusion, and I shrug, about to walk off again.
Over the past weeks we have been talking about what drama is. We have talked about acting, and being an ensemble. What we haven't talked about is what drama is to us individually.
Deep scarlet velvet curtains draw back to reveal the delicately painted stage. Bright lights flood the striking scene. Eerily beautiful notes form captivating music that fills the silent theatre.
The audience are seated it looks like a full house. We need this to be repeated, not for the show to be doused. Some dancers take up position, making the audience wild.
#household She bursts onto stage, full of the love of performing loving the audience who're loving her, Whirling, twirling, singing of her hopes and dreams, a three act play before her.
Preparing for a Midsummer Night's Dream themed party, I've been reading the text and reminding myself of how amazed I am at Shakespeare's use of language.
1) Planet Rock radio and whatever it is playing 2) How much my head hurts 3) Performing We Will Rock You (the musical) next week 4) How exhausted I am 5) Having to wake up tomorrow morning 6)...
She makes up her hair, in perfect dispair. Her eyes lit for love, when she's faking. In her heart, Many secret stars. She can't wait to show, what she's taking.
Let me tell you a story about a suit...