First Weekend Performance

Yayy!!! Successfully played the first four shows of the musical. :) It has been tiring and fun. There are a couple times when I messed up even though I'm really only in two scenes. Hahaha! But the show must go on! People told me they didn't notice so I guess I played it out well ;p


Living through the three days of spending time in the back room is like a makeup festival. The ensemble crew are constantly changing and adjusting their makeup. TONS of makeup. My face feels so thick and heavy by the end of the show. I don't think I'll ever put on more makeup than this anywhere. And today when I thought I did okay, my mom told me my grandma said "why didn't she put on makeup?"


I guess you really do need to resemble a clown on stage, lol!


Oh, and a chihuahua is actually a star too. :) She's one of the actress' dogs. The dog's name is Isabella. She always come with her sister, Wasabi.

Wasabi and Isabella gettin' some lovin' from everyone :3

On Saturday when we had two shows, I took a nap before the last finale. My brain wasn't really working at that point. And it's funny how I know a lot of the dialogues and all the songs they sing on stage. Repetition really does work.


In the musical, I play in a school scene as one of the students and in a beach scene as one of the people going for vacation.


It feels like an accumulation of tiredness because right now I'm literally just spacing out (as you can tell from this poorly transitioned entry). The whole crew have been practicing everyday since a week before the first performance on Friday.


And I found a quote/poem someone gave to me a long time ago that I want to share. I didn't understand it then, but I understand it now. It's from a collection of thoughts by the philosopher Khalil Gibran called "The Prophet." This is an excerpt from his thoughts on the subject of love:

When love beckons to you, follow him,

though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,

though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.

Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,

So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

But if in your fear you would seek only

love's peace and love's pleasure,

then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing floor,

Into the seasonless world where you

shall laugh, but not all of your laughter,

and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself,

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed:

For love is sufficient unto love.

And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Now, I go to sleep. Just like Little Cow.....

Good night, world! :)