a dramatic pause

Last night was the night of the penultimate drama class. Attendance (and energy) were at an all-time low, so the enjoyment wasn't there so much. Quite apart from anything else, there was almost no class interaction - we got there and immediately started rehearsing our scenes. After an hour, we began filming. Sean and I were up first, which meant we had no audience, and hence fewer nerves I think. That said, watching the scene later was quite painful. Although in hindsight it wasn't too bad, it was definitely more 'Shortland Street' than 'The Sopranos'. Do I actually look like that?

I miss the stage-acting classes. They were great fun; the tutor was fantastic (thanks Alison) and there was so much interaction with the other students. Now I feel we are drifting apart a little (not that we were ever that close), or perhaps it's just me... Last night, I was talking to three guys in the class, and they mentioned sending text messages to each other. I have never exchanged phone numbers with anyone in the class, nor has the subject even come up in conversation. I guess I missed that boat.

I've given up on the singing classes. I really didn't feel I was learning enough for the time I was putting in to it. We mainly sang as a choir, which I have done enough before. The idea of a concert looming was causing me too much stress. As it turns out, Chad (who was in both singing and acting classes) has given the singing up too.