Tomorrow night is the dress rehersal. It has come up so fast, that I can't actually believe we've had five weeks of rehersals. Last night was the best we've done it yet. Everyone was on and hot, the lines were delivered with perfect timing, the villain was hysterically villainous, and oh dear! it was a smashing success. The only flaw in this whole entire thing, is that a week ago I was suddenly attacked by a violent cold, which utterly wiped out my ability to sing for a full five days. I have never known such agonizing panic. It's my first show! I must be well! My director hasn't had an easy time of it either, but last night I was able to make a relatively pleasant song emerge from the depths of the fog which resides in my head. My performance is Saturday night at 7:30, and I am quite confidant that I shall be recovered by then.
People keep asking me if I am nervous. I feel no nervousness; just an unearthly excitement and delicious anticipation of my moments on stage. 'Was I born for this?' I ask myself. I don't know, but I was definately born to adore it.
This will be the last post regarding my play. My apologies for the lack of new bloggerings, but rehersals have consumed me. Ah, it shall all be over soon. Such sweet sorrow. However, after the 21st, things shall be back to interesting normality, I promise.