The music plays, and it plays for me. It crescendos as it prepares for it's final piece. I think, I hope that sounds can come out. The only comfort I have is the spotlight as it focus my heart and my mind. The orchestra conductor weaving his wand as he rallies his mighty orchestra and again I think and I hope that sounds can come out, the others are there but are there for your moment and all eyes are on you. I think you hope sounds can come out. My heart race my palms sweat and the weeks and months come down to this. I just hope and pray that when I open my mouth sounds can come out. I miss being on stage.
As I was listening to some music of famous musicals (les miserables, miss saigon, wicked, etc...) I forgotten how pure a musical really truly is. I know that there are technologies out there, but you can't fake a stage actor. It's either you have it or you don't. There are no CGI and there are no cuts and re-shoot. To be a stage actor is to have the ability to turn it on at a moment's notice and leave it on till the play is done. And do it all over again the next night.
I miss being on stage, something put me in a freeking musical. I promise I have what it takes...
