One week down. More like three days. But it feels like a year.
Oh my god, I’m so tired. And that is basically the thought that has consumed my mind every night since I began my musical theater program last week. It is intense, that is for certain. Today I didn’t get home until 9:30 (I had to stay after to rehearse a scene for class). Not only are the hours of dance (tap, ballet, jazz) and singing physically exhausting, but everyday is a mental and emotional battle as I try to realistically evaluate what my “type” is and if there’s any place for me in this crazy business of performance. As far as the people go, it’s sort of a mixed bag. There aren’t that many great straight actors, but there are a lot of very, very strong voices. I seem to be about in the middle, which doesn’t seem like the worst place to be. I guess it gives me something to work towards. I’m trying to make some friends, although it can be surprisingly difficult to get to know people. There’s a girl from PU who I worked with in the spring and we’ve been kind of clinging to each other. But I’m trying to branch out and most people seem really nice. Maybe I’ll hang out with them sometime…when I’m not in class…or doing work for class…or resting my body that is weary from class…
Or maybe I’ll just try to use every spare minute for napping, because there are still 5 more weeks to go. I went home for the 4th of July weekend, and now I’m homesick. I was finally starting to get used to living alone, but now I crave constant visitors from home. Luckily, a bunch of my family comes two weekends from now. And I’m going to a concert this week with one of the UG’s. I’m just trying to cling onto the familiar things in life to keep from going crazy from all the theater kids and ego-crushing.
P.S. I have to kiss a scene partner and that is definitely a field in which I am out of practice. I’m hoping it’s like riding a bike, right?