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Sammie Recital tomorrow, and then I promise I'll stop talking about so much dance crap. But it's pretty much all that's going on right now. Sad? Yes, very.This always happens. I'm not nervous at all. I know I'm probably going to suck it up in Sleeping Beauty, we had a substantial disaster during rehearsal for my tap piece yesterday, and to tell the truth, I'm not happy at all with my flab, which will be showing in all its glory in our jazz piece. But I'm not nervous. I am totally calm. And I can tell you exactly what will happen tomorrow. I'll be fine until I get backstage, in the wings, and then I will absolutely panic. And I'll have to use the bathroom. Bad. I'm so predictable. Nicole and Richard were in the same room tonight for the first time in forever, and nothing happened. I was so disappointed. I wanted an argument, some tension, some action, something. The dancing children, they get old. I need entertainment in that auditorium if I'm providing slave labor, what with all my loading and unloading and message-delivering. Is that too much to ask, you guys? Just a simple cage fight. That's all I want. Oy, I still have blue nailpolish. Not good with tutus. I have a new friend, and her name is Sammie ! And she rocks. That is all. 2003-05-31 @ 1:20 a.m. |