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[textualdeviance]

Fuck I'm tired.

I think rehearsal went fairly well, though. Aside from the fact that I still suck on my first solo (and for the fuck of me, I can't figure out why I feel like I can't get any breath--I'm doing fine on everything else.) I think I'm finally settling into the role. Being in full makeup and costume tomorrow should help, too.

Rad's been a flirty little monster. Which is fun, actually, considering I'm supposed to be hitting on him. He's a big ol' manslut, and terribly irresponsible, but I still have a soft spot for him anyway.

Roger's so adorable. Sometimes I just want to take him home and play with him. Not quite sure in what way, though.

I have this really weird feeling that I'm going to have a massive emotional breakdown after the show's over. I feel like I've been holding my breath for months somehow, and something has to give.

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[julesong.livejournal.com]

You did NOT suck on your first solo. Hmmph. *hug*

I wanna take both Rad and Roger home. Heh. Um, not at the same time, though... they'd be way too much man for little ol me.

Adorable, indeed.

[carrieann.livejournal.com]

You most certainly did not suck on any of your
solos last night. I do know what you mean about
the first one though. I can tell that you're not
getting enough breath because of all the silly
flitting and spinning he has us doing beforehand.
I say tone it down and not worry about that if
it means you'll have more breath to sing. I'm
going to do the same, because by the time I get
up there, I've no saliva left in my mouth and I'm
about to hack up a lung*. It's worse with this
cold right now, but even so, bleh.

*I typed 'lunch' initially. I'm going to hack up a
lunch? Good one, Carrie.

[squeechie.livejournal.com]

Break a femur, Shawna, and most of all, remember to have fun. Wish I could be there.

-Cap't. Charlie Corcoran