Confession: I cry at the end of The Phantom of the Opera.
Confession: I mean, the Joel Schumacher-movie-version of The Phantom of the Opera.
Confession: Not a sweet, romantic, girly cry. Like, an ugly, sobbing, what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-me break down tantrum. EVERY TIME. It happened again last night, and I was inspired to write this post to assess the problem.
I am not an Andrew Lloyd Weber…
Hey Playhouse Fans – I know, it’s #TheatreThursday, so where’s your weekly dose of theatricality? What happened to the cheerleaders? What’s happening??
There’s been so much response from the community, I have a LOT of new work to read by a LOT of new and emerging playwrights! This is wonderful! I am ecstatic! I cannot wait to share it with you :-)
So, if you’d be so kind, give me today…
Everything can be conquered with CONFIDENCE.
Can’t sing? SING LOUDER. Without a care to tune, to key, to rhythm.
Can’t write? WRITE YOUR EVERY THOUGHT. Leave nothing out, not a single word.
Draw? FINGERPAINT. Put the pencil in-between the tips of your fingers. Let your wrist be limp. Go wherever the line takes you.
RELIEVE yourself of care. Let your voice carry, your words flow freely, your…
It’s that time of the week again. Today, #TheatreThursday celebrates the inherent drama of the high school social circle.
“I don’t understand. Everything was perfect until seventh period. Until seventh period, I had everything I wanted in the whole wide world.”
-Jill Jamison, Captain of the Varsity Cheerleading Squad
from The Pretty Girl Basket Toss, or Cheerleading Practice by Rebeka…