Short and Simple~ Addiction

A mug of hot green tea is one of my favourite ways to end the day, and yet one of my least favourite ways to start the day. It's a random thought, I know, but hey, I'm sitting here with a mug of hot green tea, so sorry if green tea's one of the things on my mind right now.


Today was the actual performance day of Short and Simple, the latest performance by the TPDC. It was a compilation of 6 different plays (3 from Dramatec, 3 from Titisan) and would be held in a space similar to a black box.

Something like this!

Jo, Vaithieis, Sandra and I were assigned to do front-of-house (that was Vaithieis and Sandra) and ushering (that was Jo and I), and truthfully it felt bittersweet to be so close to the stage but not able to act on it. It was like I was home, but I didn't have the keys to the front door, you know? So close and yet so far. When Jo and I were in the auditorium, I heard her whisper to herself, "We're home." and I almost cried, because that was exactly how I was feeling. Like we were home.

Oh well. We'll be heading back soon (at least I will, I really hope Jo will be going back too soon!) and I'll feel like I'm back where I belong. In the meantime...

Ushering was fun, but my heels killed me (I know why guys think heels are sexy, but whoever came up with the idea of heels in the first place, fuck you) and my dress reminded me why I absolutely hated the wind sometimes. Pretty but not practical at all! I couldn't even help to pack up after the performance because my dress made doing anything besides standing, sitting (in a chair) and walking awkward.

Like I said, pretty but definitely not practical.
I call it the goldfish dress.

All in all, the performance was amazing. I was so proud of the TPDC, I don't think I've ever been prouder of them! Tonight's performance was like watching Short and Simple for the first time all over again, like I'd never watched the rehearsal performances before. All the hard work that the TPDC put into this performance really showed, and in my opinion all the blood and sweat and tears were worth it. They were worth every drop. It was one of the best (maybe even THE best) performances I'd ever watched.

The seniors were every bit as good as they always were. It's like the TPDC has really honed them, you know? Like, they've come so far, and right now they're just showing exactly how far they've come and how much they've learnt.

And the juniors... Oh my, the juniors. They've come so far, so so far from where they first were when they started out. Their acting was so tight, and there's nothing I can say except that I'm so proud of them, as a senior (I still hesitate to call myself that, especially since I quit the club back then :/) and a friend.

Honestly, I hope I can go back to the TPDC as soon as I can, and hopefully they'll think me worthy of sharing the stage with them again, feeling the spotlight, rehearsing lines and practising blockings, putting the costumes and props together...

Oh kami. I can't take this anymore.
*runs off crying because she misses the stage too much*

I pray that the others will think I'm good enough to act again.
There'll be an upcoming production, and I'm determined to audition for a role.
Let's hope I'll be good enough!

Because I've missed the stage so much. There's always been this confidence in me when I'm up on stage and it's like a rush, a shot of adrenaline that just courses through me and leaves me breathless. It's like a drug I can't quit, a hit I can't get enough of. If acting is an addiction, it's one that I'll never want to quit.


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