I think I'm PMSing. I'm irritable and pissy for no good reason. Also, I'm bloated, have cramps, and I'm bleeding from my cock.
I just signed up for auditions for Bat Boy: The Musical next weekend. Apparently they're doing a production of it at NYU in the fall. This makes me ridiculously nervous. For those of you who don't know (read: most of you) Bat Boy is perhaps my favorite musical of all time, and I would be really really good in the role. It sits comfortably in my upper range, I can do the accent, and I'm so pale it looks like I've been living in a cave my whole life. On the bright side, they're asking for 32 bars of a song, and it turns out the section I want to do from my audition piece (Why God? from Miss Saigon) works out to EXACTLY 32 bars. Perhaps it's a sign. Now I just need a 1-minute monologue.
Wish me bad luck and broken legs.
This coming week is my last week in acting studio. I've already done the last of my scenes and monologues (excluding Final Scene Day, where I'm doing... wait for it... a song from Bat Boy). It's kind of bittersweet - I'm glad I'm not an acting major anymore, and I hate most of the people I have to work with every day, and the hours are ludicrously long, and I never get any sleep, but... wait... why is this bittersweet again? Oh well. I think I have something in my eye... *sniffs*
I saw a prescreening of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy on Friday. It was... okay. They didn't rape my childhood like I was afraid they would, but it wasn't a great movie or anything. Very middle-of-the-road. I was amused enough, whatever.
On a more serious note, I'd like to extend my condolences to all of my friends who knew and were affected by the death of Pav. I did not know him, but for what it's worth, my thoughts and prayers are with you all.
I just signed up for auditions for Bat Boy: The Musical next weekend. Apparently they're doing a production of it at NYU in the fall. This makes me ridiculously nervous. For those of you who don't know (read: most of you) Bat Boy is perhaps my favorite musical of all time, and I would be really really good in the role. It sits comfortably in my upper range, I can do the accent, and I'm so pale it looks like I've been living in a cave my whole life. On the bright side, they're asking for 32 bars of a song, and it turns out the section I want to do from my audition piece (Why God? from Miss Saigon) works out to EXACTLY 32 bars. Perhaps it's a sign. Now I just need a 1-minute monologue.
Wish me bad luck and broken legs.
This coming week is my last week in acting studio. I've already done the last of my scenes and monologues (excluding Final Scene Day, where I'm doing... wait for it... a song from Bat Boy). It's kind of bittersweet - I'm glad I'm not an acting major anymore, and I hate most of the people I have to work with every day, and the hours are ludicrously long, and I never get any sleep, but... wait... why is this bittersweet again? Oh well. I think I have something in my eye... *sniffs*
I saw a prescreening of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy on Friday. It was... okay. They didn't rape my childhood like I was afraid they would, but it wasn't a great movie or anything. Very middle-of-the-road. I was amused enough, whatever.
On a more serious note, I'd like to extend my condolences to all of my friends who knew and were affected by the death of Pav. I did not know him, but for what it's worth, my thoughts and prayers are with you all.
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So true, sister.
I used to be an alright singing, but then I became a lifegaurd, a swim team coach and drank way to much diet mountain dew. Needless to say, my voice kinda went to crap but I have an extremely powerful 8 note range.
Actually, I am a hornist.
Great to meet another music nerd around here. Well, I suppose everybody here is a bit of a music nerd, but not so much in the opera sense.