Exhausted bliss

I love me some dance, but rehearsing for two productions at once is more grueling than I had anticipated. For the past two weeks, I've been waking up every day at around 6am to get a work out in before rehearsal for a musical theater showcase from 8am-10am, then rushing to the Met for rehearsal from 10:30am till whenever the directors are ready to stop. Not to mention the fact that I've felt the need to hustle since returning from East Africa, ergo I've revamped my tutoring schedule for the next academic year and have multiple clients every day of the week after rehearsals are over.

I think the last time I was this tired, it was during the two weeks I didn't sleep while writing my honors undergrad thesis at Columbia.

But just as I think I'm too tired to go on, I walk past rows of stage lights and a taxidermy bull from the new Carmen production, or one of the dancer boys makes me laugh mid chaos scene in Act I, or one of the choristers ferrets me some candy, or one of the principal singers strikes a note so glorious that everything else in my world stops. Then I remember, good HEAVENS I am lucky for these opportunities.

My muscles are screaming after spending essentially five hours in a crouch today, so I'm much looking forward to the slightly more languid quality of movement in Acts II and III, which are on the docket for tomorrow. Better go to sleep soon, long day ahead!

Hopefully love manages to conquer Turandot's icy heart tomorrow, because I need a good rest!!



Lots of love,

A Broadway Baby