Bye bye to Bye Bye Birdie. These 8 months have been the longest of my life, and i loved every second of it.
Shall we recap all the way back to July.
Pajamas, fish visits, Marty, sushi and ice cream, best friends and relationships, Baja Blast, Djarum blacks, baby tiny coffee pots, working at 430 every morning, car accidents, "American Girl", steamy kisses, party, party, party, Facebook marriages, gay day, boat launches and levees, pre-show tequila shots, little miss sunshine, finding myself in New York city, yellow converse, Bourbon Street and all events included, Homecoming after party, the fly, Alladin, Gem Theatre, Skid Row, long talks, curly hair, Christmas Break. Period, golden girl snuggie pool parties, headbands, Santa Claus without a cause, Kitty Barbie with a dick, zebra vest, longer talks, Chorus, cuts and bruises and mug dances, hating the NOCCA kids then becoming their gay dad, Superbowl "Party", 80's dance, Birthday weekend, cutting Footloose and kicking off my Sunday shoes, University of Central Florida auditions, building relationships for the fourth time, rekindling old relationships, more hookups, more pot, more alcohol, cowboy hats and kinky principals, one final show, and "Talk to Me."
The things Ive done. The lesson Ive learned. The things we've all done. The lessons we've all learned.
All worth it. I loved every single second.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
... another show.
Today I open my final high school musical. I didn't think this day would ever happen. As much as I am looking forward to the show, the ending will be bittersweet as most shows are when they come to a close.
Lately my life has seemed to be a horribly scripted docudrama you would see on Lifetime. You know, the one with that gay kid that gets involved with several people within his circle of friends, hooks up with and builds a relationship with that straight kid, and then realizes he's madly in love with one of his closest girl friends, all still struggling through his senior year of high school, working every morning before school, making it through 7 shows in merely 8 months, and strive to be a normal teenage boy.
That's all i really want. I want to be just a normal teenage boy. I know that its not realistic, but it'd be nice to be that young man who has his significant other and hangs out with his friends on the weekends. Normal seems to be a little appealing to me right now. But really... who's to say what normal really is.
Saturday night I ended up half way out to Hammond and an hour away from Kenner. Scared doesn't even begin to describe how i felt. Dark, alone, no exit signs, not an idea where i was. And im not just describing my lost trip. Ive felt that way a lot about life recently. But I'm learning. I learn from every single thing.
Ive learned that i know when i need to be a good friend.
Ive learned i will always care.
Ive learned when i need to give someone space to think.
Ive learned to shrug things off when you cant hold on to them forever.
Ive learned people are really critical.
Ive learned things will always be awkward with some people.
Ive learned friends are constantly at my side.
Ive learned to stick up for people who deserve a second chance.
Ive learned every roller coaster has to go downhill before it can go back up.
Ive learned that when you get off the roller coaster, you want to get right back on.
Ive learned i have no regrets.
Ive learned to scratch things off my list of emotional issues.
Ive learned if you write hard enough, no matter how much you erase, the print is still there.
Ive learned that I am growing with every single day.
Ive learned that you will watch me grow.
Life never ceases to amaze me.
And this is it. The end of an era. The funny thing is its not the end. Its just the beginning to the rest of my life.
Walking out to center stage, I look out to the crowd. Raise my head high, and take my final bow. I stand and take a quick smirk to loves one and fall back into line. All i can help but think as i try to hold back tear at the end of every show is. Its done. Another show. And i loved every minute of it.
Lately my life has seemed to be a horribly scripted docudrama you would see on Lifetime. You know, the one with that gay kid that gets involved with several people within his circle of friends, hooks up with and builds a relationship with that straight kid, and then realizes he's madly in love with one of his closest girl friends, all still struggling through his senior year of high school, working every morning before school, making it through 7 shows in merely 8 months, and strive to be a normal teenage boy.
That's all i really want. I want to be just a normal teenage boy. I know that its not realistic, but it'd be nice to be that young man who has his significant other and hangs out with his friends on the weekends. Normal seems to be a little appealing to me right now. But really... who's to say what normal really is.
Saturday night I ended up half way out to Hammond and an hour away from Kenner. Scared doesn't even begin to describe how i felt. Dark, alone, no exit signs, not an idea where i was. And im not just describing my lost trip. Ive felt that way a lot about life recently. But I'm learning. I learn from every single thing.
Ive learned that i know when i need to be a good friend.
Ive learned i will always care.
Ive learned when i need to give someone space to think.
Ive learned to shrug things off when you cant hold on to them forever.
Ive learned people are really critical.
Ive learned things will always be awkward with some people.
Ive learned friends are constantly at my side.
Ive learned to stick up for people who deserve a second chance.
Ive learned every roller coaster has to go downhill before it can go back up.
Ive learned that when you get off the roller coaster, you want to get right back on.
Ive learned i have no regrets.
Ive learned to scratch things off my list of emotional issues.
Ive learned if you write hard enough, no matter how much you erase, the print is still there.
Ive learned that I am growing with every single day.
Ive learned that you will watch me grow.
Life never ceases to amaze me.
And this is it. The end of an era. The funny thing is its not the end. Its just the beginning to the rest of my life.
Walking out to center stage, I look out to the crowd. Raise my head high, and take my final bow. I stand and take a quick smirk to loves one and fall back into line. All i can help but think as i try to hold back tear at the end of every show is. Its done. Another show. And i loved every minute of it.
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