This is not entirely accurate. I can dance okay. I cannot get in from of auditioners and dance without my entire body freezing, my mind forgetting everything, and my lungs forgetting how to work.
So in effect, I can't dance in front of anyone who matters.
On the plus side, however, my current show-less state is letting my schedule be nice and free so I can audition for the CAP performance in the Thanksgiving Parade without fear of not being able to do it due to conflicts. So, yay for that, I guess.
Man...I just don't seem to understand myself any more. I'm frightened of my own shadow half the time, and the other half of the time I don't know what I'm doing, what I am
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And yet, as is my MO, everything somehow works out in the most amazing way possible.
Dear Michael,
Stop bitching so much about your life. It's never as bad as you think it is, and you hold on for about twenty more seconds and everything gets wonderful again.
I think in a curious way that the world shows me what I need to see exactly when I need to see it. Or maybe my subconscious just knows better than I, and draws me towards them
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