Breathe. Just Breathe.

So as my loyal fans may have noticed (Okay, Loyal Fan - this one's for you, Kolbe Franklin) I'd taken a blogging hiatus. Why, you ask? Let's just say I almost had to rename this blog The Unemployed Ingenue, and all of my energy had to go towards trying not to cry/vomit 24/7.

Yes, I was almost fired. I wish I could say it was because of something badass like torching the rehearsal hall or stealing a ballgown to wear for a night out on the town, but no such luck. It was a lot more mundane: Get bigger and get louder, or get out.

So I spent a lot of time this week getting acquainted with my diaphragm (no, not that kind - the kind you breathe from. I mean I love everybody here but I don't love 'em like that) and practicing arm motions in the mirror. And one heart-pounding, nauseating run for the producer later, I'm still here. Employed. Woo! It has been a rollercoaster, my friends.

I will say this - this week of madness has made me so thankful for all the friends I've made here in such a short period of time and feel so unbelievably lucky for how wonderful all my fellow tour-meisters are. It's also restored my faith in actors. I mean, I have always loved actors. Ask anybody - really loved them (yeah, that time I sort of meant it like that.) But this summer, working from the Stage Managing side of the table 50% of the time, I was sort of way down on them as a species of humanity. HOWEVER, this week the entire cast pulled together and helped me so much. I literally could not have done it without you. For the dance lessons, vocal coaching, cartoon face inspirations, and for threatening to kick my ass if I didn't think positivie - you know who you are - THANK YOU. I love you guys.

There's no business like show business, and thank fucking god. At least the rest of the population doesn't have to deal with this insanity.

Next stop: Tech Week! Community College, here we come!