One more step into Faith

When one comes home from final dress to find that a picture of a man's testicles and the words "Balls to the Wall" have been added to the decor, one knows one has the greatest friends ever. The Ls have outdone themselves. 10 snowflakes have been placed around the room, as well as a banner bearing the legend "Break a leg!!" and evenly dispersed 5 pictures of legs that have been cut in half. I walked in and completely lost it. The Ls came over later and presented me with a card, a new purse, and cheesecake bites. I lost it again. It means so much to me for them to be this supportive and excited and happy for me, especially when my family isn't. I love you guys. This performance is all for you.

Final dress was.....dismal. Intensity was up, energy was up, focus sucked more than a drunk cheerleader (and that's a lot of cock). There were mistakes - lots of them. But, as the superstition goes, "bad dress, good show." I can feel it, tonight we're going to throw it down.

The finality of all this is finally setting in on me. This is it; this is almost over - done. I've had the greatest time during the past 5 1/2 weeks. Learned so much from everyone and completely grew as an artist; if I'm worth anything up there tonight it's because of those around me. Especially The Phocian. He's guided me along unbelievably, giving me the freedom to make my own choices, and nudging me the other way when he knew I was making the wrong ones. Strophius, if you're reading (which you probably aren't): Thank you for my wings. Now it's time to use them.

And to everyone else: go out there tonight and bring it. We've worked hard for this, and it's our time. Break a leg, guys, and remember: don't look down.