I'm Allowed to be Nervous, Right?

Grease opens in three weeks. Is it weird that, at the same time, I am both terribly excited and terribly frightened by the idea of being in this musical? This is the biggest show I’ve ever been in, but also the quickest in terms of rehearsal. I mean, we only started practicing two weeks ago, and they expect us to go on stage in only three more.

Maybe it’s reasonable that, with such a talented and professional-seeming cast (and eleven performances in front of real audiences made of people that I don’t know), I should feel a little-self conscious or worried. But, at the same time, shouldn’t that be reason to feel a little safer about this? Even if I’m not brilliant, I know so much of the cast will be. If nothing else, I wish I could dance like most of them can.

On a completely different note, Willie’s only been gone for a day-and-a-half, and I miss him already. I don't like being an only child.