Colleagues and Phantoms that hug back
This is going to be a pretty long post, so consider yourself warned.
One of my colleagues told me that he found this blog through my Instagram account. Well... Hello and welcome to my blog then, and there goes what little hope I had of my colleagues actually thinking I was somewhat normal (I'm kidding).
But anyway, hi and salutations to all. Welcome to my dusty, slightly unloved blog. Make yourself at home, set fire to a few cobwebs if you will and try to ignore the eyes staring at you - they don't really mean much harm.
As far as the internship's going it's pretty okay, what with me going for events and helping to write bulletins and all. It's all going fine, except for when I screw up and miss a point or completely miss the point of the article *winces*.
I've voiced my first VO (voiceover package) and it sounded like I'd gone and smoked a bit too much spliff. Not that I have, but I'm pretty sure that's how I'd sound after a joint or two - high as fuck. For some reason, my colleagues actually thought it sounded okay, though I did swallow some of my words (nom nom nom) while talking.
Besides work (yes I do have something resembling a social life, as difficult as it may be to believe), I went to watch the Phantom of the Opera at MBS last week.
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It.
Was.
AMAZING.
I only knew about it when I watched the 2004 movie (the one with Gerard Butler, yes yes) and well, what could I say? I was hooked. I loved the idea of the tragic romance, the thought that the Phantom's love for Christine was doomed from the start (I'm a sadist, so sue me), the giddiness I felt when the audience was shown how the Phantom's love eventually bordered on obsession and the jealousy he felt when handsome young Raoul walked in to her life, the transition of the Phantom from the Angel of Music to a creature of the night... Loved it all.
I wasn't such a huge fan that I knew all about the musical, but I did pride myself on knowing more than the average person did about it. I knew the songs, and I sang them often in my room when I knew no one was at home. In my mind, I knew that if ever I had the chance to audition for a part in the musical (in the very unlikely chance that NAS and then TP could possibly decide to stage the production - too much work needed, in sets and costumes and cast and training. We'd take a year or so and that certainly isn't something the school is going to allow), I'd never audition for Christine - I wanted to play the Phantom most of all, or maybe Raoul. But not Christine, never Christine. I wanted the Phantom because of his obsessive love, of his anger and jealousy and eventual insanity and grief. I wanted Raoul because of his love and his determination and eventual grief and pain felt when Christine kissed the Phantom and appeared to choose him instead.
Because of all this, I had very high expectations when I went to watch the production at MBS.
I wasn't disappointed at all. From the moment the auction scene began, I watched with bated breath, knowing what was going to come next. When the overture played, I had to fight back tears as I watched the chandelier rise and breathe life back into the Opera Populaire. I knew that I was watching everything I'd dreamed of for the Phantom of the Opera come to life right then. And during the scene when Christine meets the Phantom for the first time, I had nail marks on my arms, I was so nervous because the scene had to be absolutely perfect, it had to live up to everything we hoped for.
And it did. The whole production did.
There were some bits I couldn't help but quietly nitpick about (like the few times the Phantom went slightly off-key when he was singing, or the way his hands trembled when Christine kissed him - that was way too exaggerated in my opinion), but even with the nitpicking it was perfect.
We waited at the stage doors after the performance, hoping to get the cast members to sign Jo's poster and Dayna and my tickets. Our waiting paid off when we managed to get the actors for Christine, Raoul and the Phantom to sign for us!
Personal highlight of the night was when I got to hug the Phantom (and he hugged me back JJBFU E VUG rukegtvkjwe ) and tell him how much I loved his acting. Yes, even while fangirling I manage to remain a huge nerd. Yay me! Lucky for me, he actually thought I was sweet to tell him how amazing it had been to watch him break down as the Phantom hehe.
It was amazing beyond words to finally watch the one musical I was ever truly serious about, the one that introduced me to true theatre magic when I first watched it.
There was something else on my mind, something I'd been extremely angry about today, but I don't feel like bringing it up tonight - writing about the Phantom of the Opera calmed me down a lot and I don't want to spoil this feeling. Perhaps I'll write about this tomorrow night - this has been a long enough post.
I think it's late enough for tonight, and I definitely need to sleep - it's another long day of searching for news articles and praying that the news gods up there are merciful and will drop some tasty news piece into our laps, preferably with a source that we can use (I'm so fucking tired of finding some awesome story only to realise that it's from a source we can't use).
It's going to be another long day of struggling to make myself useful and struggling to convince myself that I am in fact useful and can prove to be an asset to the team. Mum always says I have to show that I'll be valuable to the team in whatever job I take - I'm still trying to achieve that value, that position of actually being an asset to whoever I'm working with/for.
One of my colleagues told me that he found this blog through my Instagram account. Well... Hello and welcome to my blog then, and there goes what little hope I had of my colleagues actually thinking I was somewhat normal (I'm kidding).
But anyway, hi and salutations to all. Welcome to my dusty, slightly unloved blog. Make yourself at home, set fire to a few cobwebs if you will and try to ignore the eyes staring at you - they don't really mean much harm.
As far as the internship's going it's pretty okay, what with me going for events and helping to write bulletins and all. It's all going fine, except for when I screw up and miss a point or completely miss the point of the article *winces*.
I've voiced my first VO (voiceover package) and it sounded like I'd gone and smoked a bit too much spliff. Not that I have, but I'm pretty sure that's how I'd sound after a joint or two - high as fuck. For some reason, my colleagues actually thought it sounded okay, though I did swallow some of my words (nom nom nom) while talking.
Besides work (yes I do have something resembling a social life, as difficult as it may be to believe), I went to watch the Phantom of the Opera at MBS last week.
.jpeg)
It.
Was.
AMAZING.
I only knew about it when I watched the 2004 movie (the one with Gerard Butler, yes yes) and well, what could I say? I was hooked. I loved the idea of the tragic romance, the thought that the Phantom's love for Christine was doomed from the start (I'm a sadist, so sue me), the giddiness I felt when the audience was shown how the Phantom's love eventually bordered on obsession and the jealousy he felt when handsome young Raoul walked in to her life, the transition of the Phantom from the Angel of Music to a creature of the night... Loved it all.
I wasn't such a huge fan that I knew all about the musical, but I did pride myself on knowing more than the average person did about it. I knew the songs, and I sang them often in my room when I knew no one was at home. In my mind, I knew that if ever I had the chance to audition for a part in the musical (in the very unlikely chance that NAS and then TP could possibly decide to stage the production - too much work needed, in sets and costumes and cast and training. We'd take a year or so and that certainly isn't something the school is going to allow), I'd never audition for Christine - I wanted to play the Phantom most of all, or maybe Raoul. But not Christine, never Christine. I wanted the Phantom because of his obsessive love, of his anger and jealousy and eventual insanity and grief. I wanted Raoul because of his love and his determination and eventual grief and pain felt when Christine kissed the Phantom and appeared to choose him instead.
Because of all this, I had very high expectations when I went to watch the production at MBS.
I wasn't disappointed at all. From the moment the auction scene began, I watched with bated breath, knowing what was going to come next. When the overture played, I had to fight back tears as I watched the chandelier rise and breathe life back into the Opera Populaire. I knew that I was watching everything I'd dreamed of for the Phantom of the Opera come to life right then. And during the scene when Christine meets the Phantom for the first time, I had nail marks on my arms, I was so nervous because the scene had to be absolutely perfect, it had to live up to everything we hoped for.
And it did. The whole production did.
There were some bits I couldn't help but quietly nitpick about (like the few times the Phantom went slightly off-key when he was singing, or the way his hands trembled when Christine kissed him - that was way too exaggerated in my opinion), but even with the nitpicking it was perfect.
We're girls, and as girls are wont to do... We take pictures. Following theatre etiquette, we all made the effort to dress extra nice that day!
The stage after the chandelier was up.
Grand, no?
Cast list for the night!
We waited at the stage doors after the performance, hoping to get the cast members to sign Jo's poster and Dayna and my tickets. Our waiting paid off when we managed to get the actors for Christine, Raoul and the Phantom to sign for us!
Personal highlight of the night was when I got to hug the Phantom (and he hugged me back JJBFU E VUG rukegtvkjwe ) and tell him how much I loved his acting. Yes, even while fangirling I manage to remain a huge nerd. Yay me! Lucky for me, he actually thought I was sweet to tell him how amazing it had been to watch him break down as the Phantom hehe.
First we ambushed Christine and Raoul for autographs and pictures (he was really good-looking) and they were really nice about it!
Also ambushed the Phantom himself for an autograph and quick chat (cue stammering from yours truly)
It was amazing beyond words to finally watch the one musical I was ever truly serious about, the one that introduced me to true theatre magic when I first watched it.
One of the best nights in my life, and one I won't forget for a long while.
I'm still riding pretty high on Phantom Fever ahaha.
When I went back to the office the next day, the very first thing I told my colleagues (at least, the two colleagues I'd been talking to about the musical) was how amazing the Phantom of the Opera had been. What can I say, they already knew from my over-enthusiastic posts on social media... But I just had to say it one more time, so I could tell myself that it was real, I hadn't dreamt that I watched the musical, and I had proof in the autographed ticket that I now carry with me wherever I go.
There was something else on my mind, something I'd been extremely angry about today, but I don't feel like bringing it up tonight - writing about the Phantom of the Opera calmed me down a lot and I don't want to spoil this feeling. Perhaps I'll write about this tomorrow night - this has been a long enough post.
I think it's late enough for tonight, and I definitely need to sleep - it's another long day of searching for news articles and praying that the news gods up there are merciful and will drop some tasty news piece into our laps, preferably with a source that we can use (I'm so fucking tired of finding some awesome story only to realise that it's from a source we can't use).
It's going to be another long day of struggling to make myself useful and struggling to convince myself that I am in fact useful and can prove to be an asset to the team. Mum always says I have to show that I'll be valuable to the team in whatever job I take - I'm still trying to achieve that value, that position of actually being an asset to whoever I'm working with/for.
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