Sam from Sapphire writes about being Aladdin...
Cockadoodie Hippocampus
I never know how to start blogs, which is a shame really
because I usually just end up talking complete rubbish for a while until I can
think of something to say; oh, life could
be considered a trial... So, now that I have at least written a start, of
sorts, I daresay that this would be an excellent opportunity to begin.
Stuck again...
Here goes: Being Aladdin in a Christmas extravaganza is
rather a kerfuffle; Learning lines takes a terrible toll on your sister who
thinks that it is the pinnacle of complete and utter ridiculousness (although
not in as many words) that it takes me so long to imprint these few words into
my cockadoodie
hippocampus… Bless her.
The thing that I like the most about rehearsals is just seeing how everything evolves, grows, and develops, like a flower, at the careful nurturing hands of each person – or maybe that’s just me being poetic… But seriously, everything would not be the same without everyone’s commitment to making things go smoothly; in my opinion, when things go smoothly, the end product is much nicer.
The thing that I like the most about rehearsals is just seeing how everything evolves, grows, and develops, like a flower, at the careful nurturing hands of each person – or maybe that’s just me being poetic… But seriously, everything would not be the same without everyone’s commitment to making things go smoothly; in my opinion, when things go smoothly, the end product is much nicer.
Adele is
doing a tremendous job of distracting me from this blogging lark…
One
thing that you (or, as it was before I was accused of being ostentatious “one”)
could say about having one of the main roles is that everything becomes more
nerve wracking… I often find myself in such a pickle when it comes to
performing anything because of the whole “I’m
going to do something wrong and I’ll all be a mess and in a minute I’m going to
cry” thing… but maybe that’s just me. The challenge I always have is
getting past that initial stage and then, once a bit of normality has been
restored to my thought processes, and my hippocampus begins to work again, things
go a bit better...
Oh god,
I’m beginning (now finishing) to generate a cornucopia of, for want of a term
more pleasing to the ear than twaddle, twaddle.
Toodlepipingtons
until the next time…
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