Goodbye Little Dream, Goodbye

at this point in time i really should be rushing out my biblio for my damn perio essay, but sometimes events just compel you to blog. the event in this case is the ending of a small but impacting story arc in the life of me. a week or 2 out of my comfort zone, out of the way of my usual routine. a trip into the lives of other people who dont do teeth for a living, who have the time to invest in the passions that differentiate life from mere existence. major thank you to the SMU ppl who put up with me for the while when i was crewing them. i learned how to operate a sound board a bit. i learned that rigging, focussing and programming lights for a musical is a bitch. i learned that following spot op is actually a degree course in some japanese university, and im glad that the people who worked on Sing To The Dawn think i did a good job the last time i touched a spotlight. i learned that last-minute change is something that happens all the time in student productions, and you just have to grin and bear it. i learned that your female leads wireless batt pack is acting up just before a major duet, serenity and presence of mind will attenuate the freshly precipitated disaster. i learned that with some people, beneath the professional and potentially bitchy exterior lies a sensitive soul. i learned that when you see people doing something that you used to be halfway competent in but are now totally out of practice at, you miss the old days and wish you were good enough to stand tall beside them.

i also learned it really really sucks when your friends have supporters coming to see the show and you have none. the crew are the unseen performers of the production. their artistry is in the operation of the light board, mixing the sound, hauling the props on unobtrusively. hence people will not notice their skills, only their screwups. only people who have crewed musicals know what to look out for when a production is crewed well. so the next time you see some musical or play or dance recital, spare a hurrah for the crew. they truly are the unsung heroes of the theatre.

later in the morning i have school. the Red Bull i rammed in about an hour ago is still keeping me upright... its kinda hard to tear myself away from writing this, or listening to the London Cast Recording of Anything Goes. the songs have grown to me, and speak to me still.

curse the perio.

heres the song that's been on my mind...

I Get A Kick Out Of You

Composer: Cole Porter

My story is much too sad to be told,

But practically ev'rything leaves me totally cold

The only exception I know is the case

When I'm out on a quiet spree

Fighting vainly the old ennui

And I suddenly turn and see

Your fabulous face.

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I get no kick from champagne.

Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all,

So tell me why should it be true

That I get a kick out of you?

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Some get a kick from cocaine.

I'm sure that if I took even one sniff

That would bore me terrific'ly too

Yet I get a kick out of you.

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I get a kick ev'rytime I see

You standing there before me.

I get a kick though it's clear to me

You obviously don't adore me.

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I get no kick in a plane,

Flying too high with some guy in the sky

Is my idea of nothing to do,

Yet I get a kick out of you.

I Get A Kick Out Of You - Cheryl Sia