My cast moves to the eight o’clock show time. Psh, no, I’m not nervous at all.
(That’s a lie)
Which means he new 9:30 cast is going to be watching our performance and taking cues from and critiquing us. Which is slightly jarring and scary, yes.
AAAAHHHHHHHHH. I will never be not nervous before a performance.
Only four more shows. I’m actually quite sad.
Okay, I must be getting into Princess Mode now.
Bye.
The sickness comes and goes and keeps me in my bed.
A fatal flower grows from deep inside my head.
I single sniff and I go back to every single time
it felt so right, when it felt so funny.
It was strange and light,
like a feather on your tummy.
When I think about before,
I wish I’d been somebody else.
Hold on to your love,
‘cause that’s what got you here.
That’s what makes you tough.
You hold on with your gloves.
We got a hot one here.
No need to give it up.
Just hold on to your love.
You got a lot in there.
No need to give it up.
Just hold on with your gloves.
You got a hot one there.
No need to look for somebody else.
I know next to nothing about this guy, but everything I have heard, I’ve totally adored. His voice is fantastic, and I really like the phrasing in his songwriting.
How Ciarras reward themselves after a busy work-day. (Taken with instagram)
I have a weird relationship with my parents. Also yes I know my phone is dying. (Taken with instagram)
Can I just, like, hire him to explain things to people? You know, things that I can’t explain half as eloquently as he can.
Seriously considering faking my own death.
Anyone want to help?
