The eagle has landed. Week three.
The honeymoon is definitely over. Mostly recovered from gastric upsets and settling in, we start anatomy classes and posture clinic.
Anatomy brings me back to territory I know. My note taking method never failing, mine are filled with diagrams, already with promises to help others pass. This is anatomy light.
Posture clinic on the other hand, is a different animal. Reassurances that only familiarity with dialogue is needed, many of my peers seem to be killing it, as if auditioning for an acting part. I study my lines judiciously, hoping lines will stick. If only I can channel my energy from the pre-show to performance. Before my dialogue, I’m animated. But it’s difficult to be energetic when I’m trying to make someone else’s words my own. Sleep less, study more.
We’ll all be rockstars one day.
