A Strained Smile and a Headache

Funny, it seems like the only times I can post are when I have everything else in the world to do.

Two finals down two to go, not counting my play reading tonight. I can do this, I know I can do this. Hey, if I'm lucky, we may not even get to my play tonight. (Wait, should I really be wishing for that?)

I'm still counting the days until Phantom, and I'll begin counting all over when Les Mis comes to town. It's slated for one week in February- I'm going to get a job to earn the dough by then... even if it's shoveling snow during break. It's excellent. Then again, I'm deeply attatched to it. My mom had the original cast recording on tape, and I used to sing with it all the time. When my concert choir chose to do a medely for it my junior year, I was ecstatic. The following year we saw it on stage.

To see it again, if for no other reason than to stand at the bottom of the upper balcony and watch the orchestra warming up, to drink in the warm glow of The Fox, and to remember what it was like- would be heaven.