My last performance on stage was tonight. Our Improv Review, which was a compilation of parodies about Southern Regional that we created. For a night where we literally created and pulled together a brand new, working concept in three days, it went pretty smoothly. Minus my head almost falling off XD''' I was supposed to be the Ram. Okay, so an imposter of the beloved mascot who really was a Janitor. And in the midst of it I killed a math teacher, ruined the priss' popularity, and ruined the theater geek's chances of being with said priss. Good times.
It's sad that my last performance was one that I couldn't really connect to, though. For one thing it was rushed, and we were all stressing trying to work together. Also the fact that I'm not the most social butterfly(actually, I think I'm still in my cocoon), and that my social awkwardness carried through when we were trying to work together.
I honestly think all underclassmen in my improv and chorus class pity me. But why, I wonder? Sure, I might look like that silent kid in the corner who you make friends with just so they spare you when they start shooting up the school, but I'm not like that. I'm a simply complex, awkward, sparkly, free spirit who marches to the beat of her own harpsichord. I guess people don't see that part of me though, only my insecurities.
I dunno. I just wish that I could have been in Improv last year. That way I could have been with the advanced class, most of which I knew from intro or from them being in my grade, and I wouldn't have been thatawkward. But as always, it conflicted with my dreams. Most things I like tend to do that.
I should shut up now, because I'm starting to depress the hell out of myself, and I could really use a hug right now.
But, I'll just have to wait lonely and cigarette deprived until Saturday, when I can finally be hugged.
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