Perhaps drama feste has completely won over my soul after the countless rehearsals to drill into us and the intense meditation to get into character such that now it is all over, there is a hollow and gaping hole that bleeds with melancholy within me. And that is the thing with drama and acting, especially when it's your entire soul and heart you throw into the play.
Because I dedicated everything--and I meant everything into the play.
I know this because I got really emotional during rehearsals. The angst that surfaced amongst us wasn't merely arising from the undue stress that accumulated from the intense rehearsals. Rather, the frustration and impatience were propagated by our passion for the play. We had all envisioned and endeavored for the play to be perfect--our kind of perfect--and when such perfection clashes, there is a crossfire of profanities and amidst all these, words of affection and brotherly songs.
It doesn't matter that we won nothing (again) but it ended on a really high note--a note that resonated from our lips as Nathaniel strummed the guitar. The note that transformed our play into a musical--perfect for Broadway. Perfect for us.
It was our kind of perfect.
And no one could tell us otherwise.
Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird.
WE ______ DID IT!