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Jun. 20th, 2002 12:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gfrancieWe got through the shows, despite the first show having so many technical snafu's. I enjoyed the fact that when I was doing one number, I was mic'ed only half of the time. There were enough fuck ups the first show, that I completely went blank on one song I was singing, felt like a fool. But I got through it. The people liked everything.
I was incredibly irritated at one point and nearly shouted backstage, "What the hell, I have seen revolutions more organized then this"
So afterwards went for hotdogs. I love this one place, Dogs-a-foot. The only place I will eat a hotdog. I had an italian with ketchup, mustard and relish, some cranberry juice and the afternoon paper. I then took a nap, and did another show.
I killed!
Did I mention how much they loved me? yeah...
It was an especially nice feeling, since I am getting over a strange bout of stage fright that completely left me paralyzed for a few years.
I started out on the stage when I was three, and I was never scared. It was second nature, you get used to the hot lights and costumes and you feel so at home.
When I was 16 and I started doing a lot of singing on my own, I would become so sick before a number or performance. I often had to vomit. I would have migraines and for about three years I refused to go on stage. It was made worse by people asking me, "oh do you perform like your mother???" (difficult when your mother is incredibly admired for her acting,singing,musician skills)and I would say, No, I don't go near the stage, I can't. They always look at you strangely.
This winter, my mother convinced me to do something small. I got through it, despite kind of fucking it up initially. But I found I lived. And it seems easier and easier as I keep going along.
hrm..
ah back to key-lights, crowded smelly dressing rooms and changing in hallways.
I was incredibly irritated at one point and nearly shouted backstage, "What the hell, I have seen revolutions more organized then this"
So afterwards went for hotdogs. I love this one place, Dogs-a-foot. The only place I will eat a hotdog. I had an italian with ketchup, mustard and relish, some cranberry juice and the afternoon paper. I then took a nap, and did another show.
I killed!
Did I mention how much they loved me? yeah...
It was an especially nice feeling, since I am getting over a strange bout of stage fright that completely left me paralyzed for a few years.
I started out on the stage when I was three, and I was never scared. It was second nature, you get used to the hot lights and costumes and you feel so at home.
When I was 16 and I started doing a lot of singing on my own, I would become so sick before a number or performance. I often had to vomit. I would have migraines and for about three years I refused to go on stage. It was made worse by people asking me, "oh do you perform like your mother???" (difficult when your mother is incredibly admired for her acting,singing,musician skills)and I would say, No, I don't go near the stage, I can't. They always look at you strangely.
This winter, my mother convinced me to do something small. I got through it, despite kind of fucking it up initially. But I found I lived. And it seems easier and easier as I keep going along.
hrm..
ah back to key-lights, crowded smelly dressing rooms and changing in hallways.
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Date: 2002-06-20 02:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-06-21 12:35 am (UTC)hey I went to this bakery today, and the owner saw me sing last night and she loved me sooooooo much she gave me free cookies and eclairs. hehe
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Date: 2002-06-21 10:21 am (UTC)Okay if I become famous before you, you can be my Debi Mazar!
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Date: 2002-06-21 11:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-06-20 08:25 am (UTC)I've ben thinking about getting back on stage. I never did any of the singing and dancing stuff- except when I played urchin #5 in Oliver.
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Date: 2002-06-20 02:07 pm (UTC)(besides I only seem to get flowers from gay men)
the stage is a good place to excercise fears of rejection.
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Date: 2002-06-20 02:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-06-20 02:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-06-20 12:50 pm (UTC)anyways, it's looking like our paths might not cross online for the rest of the day so i thought i would give a quick word.
i am planning to get to the showbox tonite at about 9:15 (the main act rarely takes the stage before 10:30 or so). if you are still planning to join me (and i do hope you are), we could meet in the green room (the bar adjacent to the showbox) at around then. i can come get you beforehand too if you like.
my cell phone # is 425.591.5912. it'd be helpful if you could call and let me know how this all sounds to you sometime this afternoon or evening.
okie?
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Date: 2002-06-20 02:08 pm (UTC)I don't know if I am going to be able to make it tonight. (family stuff came up, and somehow I don't believe I will be able to get out of it) and I feel bad about it. I still want to hang out sometime soon.
I am free friday/saturday.
I shall try and give you a call.