Nothing to be done

Today was the first day I filled in for the lead role I’m understudying for.
It was also the highest house count we’ve had this summer.
Needless to say, it was a nice feeling.

Update of sorts.

Some big-ish things have been happening in my life recently.
At the end of the season for TEXAS, their is a variety show called TEXAS Originals. It’s essentially a talent show put on by the cast and crew of TEXAS.
They made us audition a couple of days ago, and I got some pretty awesome news.
One of my fellow dancers, Trevor asked me to write some music and a poem for a dance piece that he’s been working on. So I recorded 3 different songs, wrote and recorded a poem, and BOOM! His piece made it in.
I’m also in two other choreography pieces that also made it in.
AND a poem that I’ve been constantly working on since the summer of my senior year made it as well.
Also, I’m understudy for one of the leads in the show, and I’m going in for the Saturday and Sunday performances.
Saturdays usually have anywhere from 1,000-1,500 people in the house.

Things are looking up, ladies and gents.

Thoughts

I snap back to the world for a second.
I didn’t even realize I had left already.
The slow, rhythmic sounds of the AC unit humming my eyes into another staring contest with the shag carpet.
And as I notice the array of spilled drinks, and weed ash, my eyes take me even deeper.

My skin still has the corduroy pattern that covers the couch tattooed in it.
The various bug bites my body has collected stand out against my tan skin.
Little red landmines.

Again, I’m stuck on the couch.
Eyes droopy from not getting any sleep.
A girl in my bed that I don’t want.
Alone with my thoughts for far too long.