Miss me?
I want to write, and I have plenty to write about, but I’m totally blanking on what to write.
I’ll start with this (well, okay, I guess I’m not totally blanking…):
FAME was such an awesome experience, let me tell you. It feels like I spent all summer in rehearsals, but it turns out I only consumed about half of it. Everyone in the show was amazing, and honestly, it wouldn’t have been the same without any one of the kids in it.
This is the only show where I actually cried when it closed. I don’t know what it was about this particular one, since all of the other shows I’ve performed have been wonderful, too. I guess it’s different when all of your cast members are other teens. We spent what felt like all summer together, drilling harmonies and dance steps, sweating together, failing together, and ultimately sharing the triumph of showing the world what we learned–six times over.
I must say, there was an abundance of funny moments behind the scenes. I probably couldn’t count them all, but as an example of how many there were, someone created a group on Facebook for all of the funny things said and done by us; the idea to put everything in one place was probably one of the greatest revelations of all time. 
Actually, at our closing night cast party, we presented the director with a scrapbook containing photos and Funny quotes. I think he found it pretty awesome, and now they’re going to make copies of it for cast members. 
(SIDE NOTE: I’m not really reading what I’m saying because if I do, this will never get published. So, I apologize for flow, run-ons, and anything else that wouldn’t have occurred if I hadn’t been to lazy to proofread.)
So on closing night, all of our memorable costumes were being put away…props moved…striking sets…I was hanging out with my friend who had come to see the show.
One of my guy friends had been crying earlier and his face was heartbreaking, but amazingly I didn’t join him. I was walking with my audience friend across the stage…and I saw the empty theatre…and still didn’t cry. But for some reason, when I turned to her to comment on it, the waterfall turned on.
And actually, it was nice to join the few of us mourning the end of the show, because I had wanted to cry before that but couldn’t bring myself to do it. It was awesome to be able to show how much I missed the show (even though I hadn’t left yet. 
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After everyone else was pretty much gone, Bekah and I hung out with two of our friends on the stage; one was really emotional (the crying boy I mentioned earlier) and the other was totally just not. XD Hanging out with both of them was rather interesting and really fun; we relived a couple of FAME moments, performing dazzling numbers with just the four of us. The non-emotional friend performed his solo in the most outrageous, exaggerated way possible and managed to make me laugh in the middle of my singing (yet again…there was literally not one day/night that went by where he didn’t make me laugh XD).
Personally I don’t think I could have asked for any better way to close this amazing, wonderful, supermegafoxyawesomehot show.
Aside from that, hmm………….
Welllllll about a month ago (I think its a month) we were given one month to move out of our house by our landlords. A single month to move the rambunctious seven of us with all of our stuff and a dog out of the house we’d been living in for nine and a half years? Interesting situation. We started looking for houses the minute we found out we had to move. We didn’t find one until a few days ago, so in the meantime we’ve been living with my uncle and little cousins.
You know, I’ve always thought it would be a fascinating adventure to be forced to live in the same house with another family, but I didn’t really picture it being like this. I honestly can’t really pinpoint what the difference is between my fantasy and our real-life situation but it’s been…interesting, I must say. Actually, I was wondering when I was going to have one of those revelations where I realize that your imagination is nothing like reality; I was beginning to worry that it wasn’t going to happen. Anyway, it’s definitely not been as bad as it could be…we’re not always in the same place at once, and sharing things like food and stuff like that hasn’t been too difficult.
We only brought with us the absolute necessities…all of our other belongings are still in storage. What this means for me is that for clothes, I’m literally living out of a box, I don’t have my camera charger (oops!) and worst of all, there’s no piano. Our uncle used to have one, but he sold it to a student at the Academy of Arts in SF. Recently he said that he would buy a keyboard if I could teach his girls to play.
He’s been asking me for the longest time to teach my cousins piano, and every time he asks I say technically I could, but he might want to wait a year or two to have them start lessons. Yet, he keeps asking me, and he bought a keyboard without me saying anything. I’m assuming he just purchased it so he could have one in the house, because I hope this doesn’t mean that I’m obligated to teach two girls who are too young to start learning piano.
We messed around with it a bit when it was first bought, but now none of us are able to play it. This is because the stand that they got for it is missing everything except the main black supports. So now the sad little keyboard is resting in peace under my uncle’s bed–cool story, right?
Oh, and you might be wondering why it is we had to move. Well, apparently the landlords (who lived in Missouri) decided to move back in. I suspect that their reasons for moving back in might–just might, nobody knows–have something to do with their lack of desire to have us in their house anymore. This would be perfectly understandable, considering the nature of our family. There are some things I admit maaayyyy be our fault (like the grass in the backyard being fully lifeless), but there are apparently things we were being falsely blamed for, like a certain crack by the fireplace or something like that. Anyway, I think this move could be a good thing for us–we were lazier than heck when it came to our stuff in the old house, and dad has decided that it’s not going to be like that anymore, starting with my uncle’s house and continuing into our next home.
The house we’re moving into only has three bedrooms (since one was converted into an office), but they’re big enough to be satisfactorily comfortable. Bekah and I will be sharing one and the younger three the other, which shouldn’t bee too much of a problem considering the amount of time my brother already spends with Annah and Alaynah.
We’re also going to public school for the first time in life, and it starts in three days. I’m a bit nervous to say the least, but I’m hoping, praying, and planning that it won’t be toooo bad. I just hope my laziness doesn’t cause me to fail, and that I can keep some kind of faith and discernment through the…I was influenced enough by some of the FAME kids, I don’t need any more garbage taking up valuable brain space.
Ttyl,
Sarah G
p.s. I FINALLY FINISHED A USABLE UPDATE