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Y.E.S. Auditions written @ 9:41 PM on February 10, 2003 After executing a perfectly lovely afternoon doing homework yesterday, I got my first taste of being a stagemanager last night helping to run the Y.E.S. Festival auditions. Of course I pretended to know what I was doing, even if half of what I did was follow the other two stagemanagers around with my signature, confident stride. I auditioned around 77 people. It was long and tiring, didn't get out until 11:30. Some people were good, and others you just have to scratch your head and wonder what the hell they're doing in theater. But what was great was that each one, even the ones that weren't so experienced, were so passionate about what they did, in spite of their nervousness. Some of them you could really see how happy they were on stage. It really made me miss acting, even though I like my current position. I kept thinking that if they hadn't approached me with this position that it would have been me up there auditioning. Scared shitless, of course, but loving every minute of that power and energy under the hot stagelights. When I left the Fine Arts building and began walking back to the dorm by myself through the deserted campus in the thick snow, I tried to remember why I had given up acting. I had to admit that I couldn't remember-- something about choosing between scenic design and acting. Even now I have a hard time wondering why I'm just not doing scenic design, acting, and art. Well, right now it's for obvious reasons-- my classes and stagemanaging are going to kill me as it is, but what about the future? I don't know anymore. If the opportunity presents itself, I will seize it, as I'm prone to do. *** I'm leaving for Philly on Friday morning, and I'm looking forward to going back to my old hometown. Come to think about it, though, I really don't have a "hometown." I've moved too many times, been uprooted over and over, so I guess I am the wanderer in every sense of the word. But anyhow, my old friends Mike and Adam (to whom, some of you would be interested to know, I dated back in the 8th grade... you know, in the way Sam Reno tends to "date.") will be in town, so hopefully I'll be able to squeeze some time away from my club groupies and catch some time with those guys. The other half of the time, I plan to hunt down some GENUINE Philly cheesesteaks-- not that crap they sell in the Midwest. And pretzels. Ahhh... *** I fucking hate my 3-D class. Enough said. I don't feel like venting. *** I've declared mutiny on homework this evening, in spite of the fact that I have that loathesome 3-D project to finish, another paper to write, a speech to memorize, a sound test to prepare for, and only God and my assignment book knows what else. Screw it all. I'm tired. And Christ it's really hot in this room-- no wonder I'm so irritable.
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