not stage fright exactly

in about two hours, i will be bearing my soul, putting it all out there, trying to make a bunch of strangers laugh in hopes of getting a slot. Auditions. The word alone makes me feel self-conscious and sub-par. i'm not saying that i am, but to feel that way is just as bad.

i'm auditioning for the barrel of monkeys theater troup. they work in public schools doing improv performances for and with kids. this is then used to help prompt creative writing. that's what i'd be doing. sweet huh? then, they take the best of what the kids write and it goes up for many a moon at the Neofuturarium. And i get paid.

yea, i want this so bad i can taste it. not only do i think i'd be pretty freakin' awesome at it, but i remember when theater freeks came to school when i was younger. they were gods. they were infinite. they were funny. i always want to be someone that younger me would be proud of. someone i would have thought was so cool, someone i would have wanted to notice me, share a moments interaction. i think me-of-the-past would be thrilled.

the question is, can i do that? i certainly hope so.

oh, and cheese was fantastic last night. yes, i jammed my face completely off. katherine as well. and more to come tonight! woot woot woot.