Theatre and The Devastations of Being Famous

I was sitting here, not being tired, and I was wondering: “What should I write a blog post about? I could write one about theatre! … Or, I could write an amazing piece on how hard it is to handle my fame.” And then I had a brilliant idea! “I’ll write about both of them!”

Uh-huh. You’re welcome.

Let’s begin with theatre.

I have been in … wait a sec while I count on my fingers … **mutters to myself** “One in second grade, two every year since then, hmm … ” I have been in thirteen plays, all of which were musicals, and I am currently in my fourteenth, which is just a regular ol’ play.

My first play, in the second grade, was “Hi Ho Robin Hood.” It was an absolutely cheesy, cheap script, but it was great fun and, though I didn’t have any lines, I fell in love with the stage and acting.

I then did every single production in my Elementary school from third grade to seventh grade–and we did two plays a year. You do the math.

Then, as you know, we moved the summer before eighth grade. But … I wasn’t going to not go out for the school play at my new school! What else was I supposed to do? Honestly!

So, last year, I did my school play “Mulan.” It was a blast, and I played the Matchmaker and did a pretty good job, if I do say so myself.

I found out that the school I went to for eighth grade only did one play per year. I wanted to be in another show, gosh darn it! So, I tried out for a local theater’s “Children’s Spring Intensive,” which is basically where you audition, and, if you get in, you rehearse the play (including song and choreography) for two weeks and then put on the show. I got in, and I had SO much fun!

I do absolutely love theatre. I don’t know what it is about it, really; I think what I really fell in love with is the magic of a theatre. You walk in, and you’re no longer you. You get on that stage and you’re a whole new person; you have had a different life, you’re a different age, all the flaws you had as yourself you no longer possess.

You are allowed, for once, to drop everything and actually be someone else.

And that’s magical.

I also particularly love musical theatre, because I’ve danced since I was four (ballet, and I just picked up jazz this year) and I’ve always, always loved to sing.

I’m not a triple threat (yet, any way) but I’m really working towards that. The song and dance are just so much fun, and, if done right, add so much to a story!

Yes, yes, I’m gushing. Sue me. You read the title, you knew what you were getting into. (Also please don’t sue me I have no money.)

Anyway, I love theatre because it’s amazing and you should all try it sometime because you might end up loving it! It’s also not just for nerds, but … well, that’s basically who does it, so … sorry not sorry.

What else was I going to talk about? Oh, yes!

Do you guys have any IDEA how hard it is to be famous?


The screaming fans crowd around my car. It really does terrible things for the traffic in this city. Like, I can’t even right now!


I don’t think you people understand that I just. Need. Some. Space! I mean, I know you love me, and I know you love my work, but I DO have a life, too!

I can’t attend to your every whim all the time. I’m sorry, I just can’t. I have school, and dance, and voice, and … frankly, you’re driving all of my teachers insane. They haven’t had to deal with this level of fame for as long as I have, after all. They simply aren’t prepared!

So please, please, PLEASE cut me some slack on this one. I know you adore me. I do. But you don’t need to show it every second of the day.

I love David Tennant, and I’M not pounding on his door without rest! I mean, there’s a large body of water separating us, but that’s not the point here!

Leave me alone.

No papparazzi! NO PAPPARAZZI!

In case it wasn’t abundantly clear … that was joke. Just makin’ sure. I mean, you can’t hear my tone of voice, so sometimes I feel the need to just say it was a joke. One of my favorite things to do at home is say a joke, and then explain why it’s funny. It’s a big hit with the fam.

I don’t even know what it was, really. I think it was me making fun of my self making a joke. I like to look at my blog stats and talk about how famous I am because I have international views … to tell you the truth, I only have one or two from other countries, and those viewers have never looked again.

That joke might even stem from my desire for my writing to be successful one day. But, if that ever happens, I promise I won’t be a jerk like I was up there. I’ll be nice. I’ll sign your books and talk to you and take one or two of you out to lunch sometime.

Deal? Deal.

You know what would be ironic? If I actually DID get famous one day, and someone pulled this blog post and held me to these promises. That’s irony for ya.

Fortunately, I don’t think I’ll have to worry about that, so …

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