October 29th, 2002

butterfly girl : where she goes when she

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Last night was another busy night at the theatre, with the full dress rehearsal. We didn't get out until nearly 11pm, and there were kids running around everywhere, this time in full costume and makeup and hair. I nearly lost it backstage during the rehearsal trying to get them to stop talking, trying to do a dozen things at once, voices in my headset and right next to me. Madness at its worst. Its times like those I wonder what I'm doing in trying to find a life within the theatre, but the insanity is all part of the experience. There are no greater highs and lows than those both on and offstage.

I rang Russell at the end of rehearsal before commencing cleanup (the kids are using shaving foam, whipped cream and powder bombs in the last scene. Cleanup is no easy feat) to tell him I'd call him properly later on if he was still up. I hadn't talked to him in a couple of days, and somehow in the madness of kids, rehearsals, and constant voices, I'd almost forgotten the sound of his own voice. Hearing it again almost made me cry, out of frustration from the rehearsal, and missing someone to comfort me. His voice was like an oasis, as cheesy as it may sound.

I came home late and leapt into Pat's arms. I needed a hug from a friend.

I'm finally listening to the Tori CD I brought yesterday from Borders, and its wonderful. I needed new music.