E-Mail to Justin.
Excerpt from an e-mail to Justin, written earlier today:
It's kind of insane. There's a huge banner across Main Street in American Fork advertising the show... and every time I drive down the street I want to honk and lean out my window and yell, "That's me! HEY! I'm in that show, all you people!" Or I'm just all happy thinking, "All these people are looking at that sign, and maybe thinking they want to come and see it, and they don't even know the person in the car next to them is totally IN that SHOW." It's kind of amusing. I am so very easily amused.
Did I ever tell you that I'm getting paid to do the show? I can't remember. I still am just whirling over that. I mean, Judas Priest. People are paying me for something I LOVE to do. Is that supposed to happen?!
Write soon, and calm my nerves! I'm so scared about this entire show, I just feel like I'm going to fall apart. I know I'll talk too fast and jumble my lines and have terrible chemistry with Ben and forget to use my hands and trip over my skirt and forget to stand on the diagonal so the whole audience can see us (stupid damn three-sided stage) and not be able to get my parasol/diary/lorgnette/handbag open on time and forget how to say "entrancing pleasure of a single moment's solitude" in an English accent...oh, I have to quit thinking ASAP.
It's kind of insane. There's a huge banner across Main Street in American Fork advertising the show... and every time I drive down the street I want to honk and lean out my window and yell, "That's me! HEY! I'm in that show, all you people!" Or I'm just all happy thinking, "All these people are looking at that sign, and maybe thinking they want to come and see it, and they don't even know the person in the car next to them is totally IN that SHOW." It's kind of amusing. I am so very easily amused.
Did I ever tell you that I'm getting paid to do the show? I can't remember. I still am just whirling over that. I mean, Judas Priest. People are paying me for something I LOVE to do. Is that supposed to happen?!
Write soon, and calm my nerves! I'm so scared about this entire show, I just feel like I'm going to fall apart. I know I'll talk too fast and jumble my lines and have terrible chemistry with Ben and forget to use my hands and trip over my skirt and forget to stand on the diagonal so the whole audience can see us (stupid damn three-sided stage) and not be able to get my parasol/diary/lorgnette/handbag open on time and forget how to say "entrancing pleasure of a single moment's solitude" in an English accent...oh, I have to quit thinking ASAP.
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