Whoops.

First of all, before I explain anything, I must give you advise.
Go see The Drousy Chaperone at the Hale while you can. It's a wonderful comedy/musical. I loved it.
I cried.
Go see it.

now for what you actually wanted

If you talk to me at school, and we talk about my scene, you often will hear me complaining about how I have nothing to do with it anymore. I have learned my French perfectly. I know my objectives and tactics. I 'know' my character. I have done everything I could for this scene.

that is completely a lie

You see, I spent so much time on the broad picture of my scene, that I don't truly know who I am. Yes, I am Katharine. Yes, I am a princess. Yes, I am French. That's just what goes through my mind each time I think of who I am. Punk. No. That is not okay. I spent more time in the books, and on the internet trying to figure out who Katharine was, that I didn't know who's life I'm going to borrow and be.

While, I know I am Katharine, princess of France, I am so much more. I am a normal human be'an with just a few more responsibilties than most. I have been courted by old men. No big deal, right? Sure. I am just a girl. I am a girl who is still learning how to rule a country, a girl just discovering how to love.

Those books that I got, didn't teach me that.

wait, there's more

This is where I've made my biggest blunders. Seriously. I spent so much time thinking about myself, that I totally thought he wouldn't be bothered by a thing. I was thinking of convincing Shelley to give me back my big shpeal. If we did that, I would have to do something, I would probably thoroughly regret. (cooties, my friends.) I didn't care. I wanted my line. No big deal, right? Wrong. It took a question that wasn't directed at me to realize that I just don't have the bigger picture. Was I willing to do something I regret, for just one line? No way. Not anymore. Because this scene is so much more than me.

It's kind of like if God gives us a commandment, and we all think it is ridiculous. That there is no point to it, but we don't know the big picture. Punks, guys, just ask! You'll find out.

My friends, just... learn to love Shakespeare. You'll love it a lot. I'm not kidding.

Read the scriptures. Pray about them. You will know that they are true.

The end.

Optimism

I sort of wish that the post office was like e-mail.
Sent and recieved instantly.
I have a bajillion and one letters out right now in the conviency of one envelope.
To one person.

yeah, emilee.
I couldn't send my Christmas present with it this time around. Sometime soon, I suppose.

I like Shakespeare.
I like acting.
I like Mr. Shelley's teaching style.
I like high school.
I like juice.
I like French.
I like my scene partner and his mad skill.
I like me and my mad skill.
I like the fact that twenty days are until my birthday.
I like you.

Win

Hamlet.

Ophelia is my new friend.

Hamlet broke her heart.

We still love him.

I think.

Audition.

Mine is at August twenty-ninth at

two fifty-six.

I think.

Let's be crazy together.

So, I took some notes

We all know Mr. Shelley. Only one of my most favorite Drama Icons ever.
Remember when he came to the Junior High for Productions class?
Well, I took some notes that day.
For those of you who forgotten, the Auditions are on next monday.
I would like to enlighten you.
This is the exact same thing that I wrote down that fateful day.
no changes made.
Please, consider the following:

Auditions = best dressed

No good 'perfect' show to find pieces to audition with

Auditions = be prepared, be character

find audition piece that will showcase character

Shelley = Shakespeare <3

Shelley = :( moist, blouse, cannaver

Prepare for show. NOW.

Shelley = <3 musical = Next to Normal - don't go see it.

Shelley = green & sourpatch kids & dark chocolate

Shelley = Dramatic Shows :D

Shelley = cry - tears = good

Shelley = up to five shows. 2 shows minimum.

dancing always helps

Shelley = two musicals - one play

Shelley = <3 love play

Pet peeve = empty toilet paper roll = Shelley

Pet peeve = interrupting people = Shelley

Pet peeve = empty box of anything = Shelley

See it, crave it, want it, lose it.

Triple threat if possible

Crusical, Children of Eden = Shelley <3 shows

Take Drama 2B

Auditioned - 5th grade - Sound of Music = Kurt

Phantom of the Opera = Shelley <3 drama ever since.

Shelley <3 Phantom.

Shelley <3 Raoul

Shelley = Shakespeare

Stay on task

Shelley = diction <3

Shelley will get script if told ahead of time.

Height doesn't matter

Phantom = 38000$ - Invite EVERYONE to come

Shelley speaks Portugese

Keep portfolio of monologues

Likes Shakespeare Shirts

go to Utah Theatre Association - 3 day trip - same amount of $ as Shakespeare

Takes group to New York :D 1400$

Consider yourself enlightened.

For the First Time

I now just do not think I'll make it into any Shelley shows.

(insert picture from This is a Test)

I just had a moment of self-realization,

which seems to be the worst possible thing to happen.

(insert picture of make-crew from Music Man)

I can not sing.

Sure, I can sing hymns from the books and whatever songs

the choir teacher assigns us.

But I can't sing. Not really good anyway. 

This sort of thing happens when you're the one with

friends who can sing like a beast.

But honestly, now that I think of it,

my chances in the Shelley Shows

aren't very good.

I'm a moderate actress,

but a mild singer.

There's no way. None at all, it seems.

if I can't sing.

Shelley Shows are a tricky fate that is difficult to tamper with.

Until the fate can be ensured,

for the first time,

I don't know if I can do Shelley Shows.

Self doubt is terrible.

Don't be like me.