A Time w/ Leo . . .
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Just a Broadway Baby...: THEATRE PEOPLE READ THIS POEM.
Reblogged from hi-katie-monster
My best friend, Nikki wrote it! She’s incredible!
“Illuminated Aspirations”
Begin scene.
Brush.
Spray.
Pin.
Her hair is gracefully balanced on her head.
She smoothes her hands over her hair to achieve perfection.
Swipe.
Smudge.
Dab.
She layers a mask on her already stunning face.
A mask to transform her into somebody else,
While glorifying her delicate complexion.
Zip.
Snap.
Tie.
She slips into the clothes of women past and present.
The fabric on her skin makes her come alive.
Her body welcomes the feeling of her new identity.
Sit.
Stand.
Sigh.
She waits anxiously to walk out onto that stage.
The nerves rushing through her like an old friend.
Both terrifying and exhilarating.
Dim.
Fade.
Hush.
The lights go down and the audience quiets.
A buzz of excitement hums through every person,
On both sides of the curtain.
Pull.
Swoosh.
Swing.
The curtain slowly opens, like a flower in the spring.
Welcoming new seasons, new experiences, new life.
Middle scene.
Walk.
Stop.
Stare.
She enters the stage in a daring march,
Captivating the souls in the seats.
Illuminating her passion with every step.
Gulp.
Breath.
Noise.
The music is inside of her, running through her,
Like her lifeblood, coursing through her, it reaches every inch of her
Until the haunting words explode from her, beautifully and tragically,
Like an angel falling from Heaven.
Speak.
Move.
Think.
She plays her part without flaw.
What seems like an easy feat for her,
Appears as a beautifully crafted, amazing performance to them.
Bow.
Stand.
Clap.
She gracefully bows, like a servant to her master.
The theater owns her, but it is a magical feeling.
The shackles of containment lay smoothly on her wrists, almost weightless.
Pull.
Swoosh.
Swing.
The curtain is closed, her time is over.
She weeps quietly, morning her loss of her beloved ones,
Whom she was just so close to, only moments ago.
But a familiar smile creeps over her tear stained face.
She is leaving home, only for a short time.
She will return again soon, to her home, her life, her purpose.
Wave.
Walk.
Exit.
End scene.
Reblogged from qui-quaequod
The best thing about it was that we didn’t actually tell Luke, Jack or Kaya that I was going to be doing it. In the end, we just did it right in front of them, and Kaya’s scream is genuine. Totally genuine. She jumped, almost literally, out of her seat. Luke’s face is completely genuine, and Jack’s laugh is genuine too.
Why do my friends live so far away from me … .
I miss you friends Chris (cgaertner.tumblr.com), Nikki (nikz803.tumblr.com), Matt (mathewanderson1.tumblr.com), my theater fiance Katie(hi-katie-monster.tumblr.com) and ms.Lynn run this shit dula (lmd88.tumblr.com)
