This is Halloween!
I finally had a gig.
Seven sold-out shows with a troupe of cabaret dancers, a circus-like brass and drum ensemble and a few other singers. Halloween-extravaganza. Me – all of the witch, cackly, high-pitched soprano demon voices. Tons of ghoulishly-painted faces, feathers, fake-eyelashes, glitter, sparkly bras and tutus and neon-green fishnets. For the last few months I’ve been watching these guys perform, and finally I got to be a part of it.
The night of our dress rehearsal I had this wave of relief and butterflies and hyper-energy-rush spill over me when I hopped on stage. A feeling of home/work/love.
In between and before and after, I have been struggling. I think that’s why I’m not writing as much anymore. I just write to myself now in my little journal. It might stay that way until I have more stories to tell that do not involve this prison of my mind. It’s enough to torture myself.
