But it's worse when you can't keep a straight face when it's supposed to be really serious.
When in a serious production, it's hard when you finally get to an audience and start hearing reactions not to abandon the integrity of the role...
Basically, just getting up there as much as possible is all I can say. The more you get used to performing and being on a stage, the easier it...
Ron Cowan....yeah, not a huge fan of that fellow. Statesman prints wrong info about Pentacle all the time, too - for this play, even, they wrote...
Please... do it now. I need it. I'm in a bad way.
Really nice . . . except for the dust spots. But, ha, I'm just being an asshole. Is the second one down red-toned?
That's Willard - the marshal. But he's sometimes called Herrick, I guess. Apparantly he's a combination of two different historical figures....
But . . .there isn't anyone named Herrick in the Crucible . . .
Hey gang. So, I'm super pumped, The Crucible is officially opening tomorrow night at my local theater. I'm Mary Warren, and quite enjoying it....
Lays potato chips. The oil coats the throat, or some equally compelling explanation.
Tonight is our first performance of The Crucible in front of an audience - it's not the official opening until friday, but this is some student...
aaaaaaawwwwwwww catcher in the rye.... I love that boy. And thankyou, sir.
Hunter S. Thompson, at the age of 67, shot and killed himself this evening. :(
Yeah, i'm cool with it. And I really wasn't incredibly innocent to begin with so . . .
It's cool when they'll sit with you in the dark and listen to the entire album of Meddle, that they've never heard before and wouldn't normally...
Yep . . . visiting my best friend in college in another town + six shots of vodka + cute pirate boy = rather unexpected devirginization. Just...
yeah it's cool . . . i'm fucking it's corpse right now. Wow that's really disturbing. I'm not a necrophiliac, honest.
whoa. this was the first thread i made on the *new* forums. . . . interesting.
The instrumental swell bridge at the end of Layla is my favorite part of the song. And . . . . Well, nevermind. What did make me angry,...
I keep my thunder hidden safely in my pocket, until you least suspect it . . . then . . . BAM, I draw like a sure-shot cowboy on adderall.
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