It's no secret to pretty much anyone who has met me (and probably any of you who have been reading my blog and/or following my Twitter for any amount of time) that I can be, well, dramatic.
I often hit people while talking because I get so excited and use my hands and want to tell ALLOFTHETHINGS and ALLOFTHEEMOTIONS exactly how they happened in the story. And that usually involves flailing arms, which often results in injured friends and family. (Sorry, guys. I love you. Promise.)
I've always loved to tell a story, which is part of the reason I love to write, but I also love to actually be part of that story, which is one of the reasons that I've always had a deep love for theatre.
During high school, I was able to become more involved in theatre outside of the church arena and performed in Clue: The Musical, Grease, Once Upon a Mattress, and Seussical: The Musical. The summer after performing in Seussical, I was able to come back on the production staff and spent two more summers with that group choreographing 42nd Street and Peter Pan, which were both wonderful (albeit stressful at times) experiences.
Due to the commitments I had with my major, I wasn't able to really do much theatre while I was in college, and while this was hard for me, I kept telling myself that it was only temporary. That one day, I would be able to get back on the stage again.
You may recall a few weeks ago when I mentioned that I auditioned for a show. Well, a little over a week after I auditioned for that show, I had my callback. I was up against two other girls for the same part. I went there, did my best, and then waited. Then, on Thanksgiving day, I got an email from the director offering the part.
I may or may not have jumped up and down and squealed when I saw the email. (Okay...I did.)
Thus far, we've had our initial read-thru. Other characters have been in rehearsal beginning work on scenes, but my character doesn't actually show up until Act II, so my next rehearsal isn't until next Wednesday.
The show looks like it's going to be a lot of fun. Essentially, my character is a dumb model, which makes me laugh a lot because...well, I have neither the height nor body type to play a model. It also means that I get to endure my fair share of dumb blonde jokes for the next several months, but oh well.
I also have to kiss a guy, which should be...interesting. It's not that I don't know how or anything, which would've been my fear in high school had I been cast in a role like this, because, let's be honest, who really wants their first kiss to be on stage? So it's not that this is totally new or something, it's just that I've never kissed a guy before because I had to. I've only ever kissed a guy because a wanted to, so this will be a different experience.
The first question most of my friends ask when I tell them I have to kiss someone is, "Well, is he cute?" To this I say that he's not unattractive, but he's not drop-dead gorgeous. But he also has a fairly large nose.
My best friend's response? "Oh, be careful. Those can be dangerous. I've been poked in the eye before."
...
Yep. That's my bestie.
So things will stay sufficiently busy over the next couple months, and I'm quite alright with that. I plan to use some of my downtime in rehearsals to do more research, character, and plot development for my book so that I can begin writing again once the show closes.
In the meantime, I shall be researching fashionable clothing trends in the early 1950s and praying that I don't get poked in the eye by a big nose.
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