Stage fright? More like stage delight

In case I haven’t made it abundantly clear, I am NOT a people person. I get uncomfortable eating breakfast with my family, I get jittery when driving somewhere that’s more than 30 minutes away, and I don’t think anyone’s ever heard a coherent sentence come out of my mouth.

Do I need help? Probably. Just one problem with that though: help would involve people, and most likely talking, and I don’t do either.

But that’s okay, because I’ve got help, and it comes in the form of a script, a stage, and a director. I know I’ve sung the praises of acting many times before, but there’s always more to be said for it.

For instance, how does an introvert, melancholic, out-and-out sociopath somehow find meaning in singing, dancing, and enunciating her heart out on stage? I’m not sure there’s a number high enough for all the anxieties I have, and still having a teenage mindset doesn’t help that along. Continue reading “Stage fright? More like stage delight”


Secret Santa and the Meaning of Life

What?? Violetta didn’t die? Because that’s what we thought when she said she was coming back and then didn’t!

Yeah, I know. But hopefully the upcoming months will be better. I’ll be juggling about four plays, six college classes, a job, and possibly moving to Texas…all at the same time. I think blogging will be the only way to keep sane.

What that means is that my blog will undergo a little bit of revamping. I could try to relate my hectic life to LOTR, Pixar, and Acting on their corresponding days, and that would be fun, but it would also be another thing I’d always be thinking about. Like “today was my guitar class, and I was reminded of that scene in Monsters University when Mike rode through the hippie bunch on the pig…” So instead I’ll probably come up with some new categories, or I’ll leave the old ones there and pretty much only post in The Corner of Randomness. Continue reading “Secret Santa and the Meaning of Life”

Track Twenty-nine

Day 29 of the June 1-30 Challenge.

Have you ever ridden a train? Write a post about a train. Tell us about train ride you have taken or one you’d like to take. Make up a story about a train or write a poem featuring a train. Share pictures of trains. Your choice!

Yes, I have ridden a train. Three round-trips. There’s a track by our house that my family has used when going to San Diego or Los Angeles, so we don’t have to fight the traffic.

I really, really don’t like it because of the cramped quarters, but it is a fairly cheap and painless way to get to LA, and since I plan on pursuing acting opportunities there, I’m glad there is an alternative to moving there for me.

Usually when doing something distasteful, I try to think of someone from a movie doing the same thing, so it seems better by comparison. But the only thing I can think of that has a train (that I appreciate, anyway) is The Music Man.

But that’s good enough. I love “Rock Island” from Music Man. I actually don’t like the musicals that open with big ensemble numbers, because to me that’s kind of trying too hard to get the audience involved, so I appreciated the simplicity of this. When I saw this show for the first time, I didn’t know a thing about it, and the family I was with had to explain to me that the first song was traveling salesmen on a train.

And I was sold for life after it. It wasn’t very good; it was only a church production after all, but I loved the staccato way they opened the story, without missing a beat.

In case anyone is interested, I can recite the whole six and a half minutes of it now.




Day 26 of the June 1-30 Challenge.

Tell us about something you worked for. Something you thought you might never accomplish, but you did.

Dancing is one of the those things I absolutely love doing, but am so untalented at. I hope that’s not an incurable malady, but for now I have to deal with the fact that I’m uncoordinated. Even in our home videos when I’m four and trying to be a ballerina, you can tell that there is not a graceful bone in my body. It’s not that I trip over my own feet, or am clumsy exactly, I’m just really gawky. So when I got on dance team for the first time in Promised Land, I almost cried I was so happy.

But that’s not the accomplishment part. The accomplishment is due to the fact that the choreographer was an energetic 21-year-old, and dancing was his life. The dances in this show were all a little tough for me to learn, but they all paled in comparison to the song “Sand City.” Continue reading “Marathon”

Twenty-four Carat Gold–Or At Least My Equivalent

Day 24 of the June 1-30 Challenge.

Twenty-four carat gold is valuable. Some value riches above all else. Tell us what is valuable to you. What do you treasure? Write about your treasure.

Something I treasure greatly is something very…well, let’s call it self-absorbent.

At my old theater group, there was always a little awards ceremony for each show. There were never more than sixty cast members, and there were only six awards, so we could do that every time. Five of the awards were given by the directors, for accomplishments such as improvement, or being the most interesting to watch. The last one was the “Light of Christ” award, which was the most coveted, because the whole cast voted on who should get this; who had exhibited the strongest Christ-like qualities.


I was only in my third show when I won it. I was still getting to know people, because I’m not great at making friends. No Tony or Oscar could have meant more to me at that moment than this award. Out of all the people to vote for, the majority had chosen me. I never won another award with that group, but I had no need to.

It’s just on my shelf now, gathering dust, but I wouldn’t part with it for anything.

In my current theater group, there are a lot more people and a lot more awards, so we just have one award show a year, to cover all the shows in the past twelve months. Last year I won a most improved award, and it was touching, but no where near the amount of hysteria I experienced when hearing my name called for my “Light of Christ” award.


In or Out

Day 23 of the June 1-30 Challenge.

Have you ever had to choose In or Out? Write about making a simple but difficult choice.

Yes, loads of times. But I’m the type that jumps to conclusions quickly, and doesn’t change her mind once its made up. So here is one circumstance where I actually went through torment of mind for several days, and long after.

Now, to the naked eye this won’t seem so life-changing. In fact, I originally was going to do the story of about a month ago, where I chose to leave a job for my own sanity, and I’m still feeling the bitterness of my family for it.

But that’ll likely come out another day. Today is about when I decided whether to stay in Annie Get Your Gun or not.

I was outgrowing my first theater company, Kids Musical Theater. Not only was I literally getting too old for it, but it was falling apart, and I was regular at a new theater company. I had just auditioned for Promised Land at the new theater, and was about to audition for AGYG at KMT.

But I began to reconsider this second one. I really wanted to do Promised Land. In two months it would be over, and I could do Annie for another two months. But AGYG would take up that entire four months, and could I really handle three full shows during the course of four months? Continue reading “In or Out”

Six Songs I Love

Day 6 of the June 1-30 Challenge.

Write about and share six songs or artists you love or six songs you hate.

The word “songs” can cover such a wide variety of artistic creations. I’m pretty sure this was meant to be about pop culture songs you could hear on the radio, but I wouldn’t know, because when it comes to music I stay entirely out of what’s hot.


Luckily for me there are still musicals full of songs, and songs in movies that I love, and if I wanted to get really technical I could pull in any six of Tolkien’s poems, since those were all “songs.”

So here are six of those that I could listen to all day, or at least sing when I’m not listening to them: Continue reading “Six Songs I Love”

Photo Challenge #1

June 1-30 Challenge Day 4. I really don’t know how to introduce this ceremoniously anymore, so I won’t.

Post a picture representing the number 4.

Ugh, I’ve never been good at photos. I only vaguely know what a selfie is, and I only recently got a device that would allow me to take them if I ever felt so self-absorbed.

I sound really old, but I’m not even 21 yet.

So here’s one not by me, but at least I didn’t get it off the internet. I’m actually in this one. Continue reading “Photo Challenge #1”

Three Things I Can’t Live Without

Here is Day 3 of the June 1-30 Challenge. Still fun so far!

What are three things you can’t live without (or wouldn’t want to)?

The boring answer is food, water, and air, of course. But that would be the scientist’s response, and real writers are typically not scientists.

Well, I look at this challenge, and I think “There are so many things I couldn’t live without, that if I was stranded on a deserted island with only three, they wouldn’t get me through it.”

But then I look at it the other way and realize if I was stranded on a deserted island, there’s a lot I actually could live without, since I would be in survival mode anyway.


But here are three I know I would shrivel up and become a hollow shell without:

  1. My imagination
  2. My memories
  3. My religion

My imagination has always, and I do mean always, been there for me. I’ve been imagining alter-egos of myself since I was in preschool, and when alone I’ve always narrated my actions to myself as if someone was writing it all down. Apparently my mother did that too…I didn’t know that was a thing! But my mom probably outgrew that, and I haven’t. I still live my life through my alter-ego’s eyes, and everything in my life is incorporated into hers. My imagination helps me write, it helps me act, and it helps me get through horrible situations by either thinking of a worse one, or that I’m doing something really heroic by living through it. This could be described as me living in a non-reality, but I know how to distinguish between the two. And real actors never quite grow up anyway.  Continue reading “Three Things I Can’t Live Without”