Lord strike me down for putting this up here.

Another op'nin', another show
In Philly, Boston or Baltimo',
A chance for stage folks to say hello,
Another op'nin' of another show.
Another job that you hope, at last,
Will make your future forget your past,
Another pain where the ulcers grow,
Another op'nin' of another show.
Four weeks, you rehearse and rehearse,
Three weeks and it couldn't be worse,
One week, will it ever be right?
Then out o' the hat, it's that big first night!
The overture is about to start,
You cross your fingers and hold your heart,
It's curtain time and away we go!
Another op'nin',
Just another op'nin' of another show!

As much as I absolutely loathe that song, I actually caught myself singing it again yesterday. It is a terrible song, and every time I ever had to sing it, I cringed; but it really does encompass a lot of feelings that we go through as thespians. Yeah, I guess I'm getting all nostalgic....well...not really nostalgic, but I can't think of the word that I want. We open, not in Venice (blasted song; I've noticed that I've started saying "in Venice" when I hear anyone else say "We open....." it's a bit depressing), but tomorrow. Wow. It's been quite a ride. I'm going to be really sad when it's over. I've heard a lot of things from upperclassmen about how you lose the jitters and the excited feelings after a couple years; the thrill of the stage just disappears. It becomes more and more like actual work. I hope that never happens for me. Those feelings are what I live for. And, yes, theatre is work, but it's like no other kind of work out there. I could go on forever about how much I love this stuff, but I'll desist. Suffice to say, all "Pericles" cast/crew: remember why we do this. Go out there and have fun, and perform like no one's watching. Break a leg.

"We're actors; we are the opposite of people." - Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead