But First I Gotta Find Myself But I Don't Know How

So I was just randomly listening to Dream On, Glee version which features Matthew Morrison and Neil Patrick Harris and I just love it when Neil got to his verse, such an amazing job right there!
Then I looked through the suggestion list in Youtube and thought maybe I should watch the 2013 Tony Award's Opening hosted by Neil Patrick Harris too...



BLOWN AWAY LIKE FAR OFF AWAY!
Like how amazing is Neil Patrick Harris?

And after that all these memories start to flow back into my head.
And I'm back thinking about those days on stage.
I mean it's like if you give me a choice, without having any restriction, I would likely choose to be a performer.

There's just a simple joy to be on stage.
Besides the applause or having audience, there's also a moment where I feel like I'm at my very best even though I'm not.
I put every ounce of energy to every step, every line and every move and I could really feel passionate to what I was doing.
I didn't think of anything else, of any other problems I had, of any feelings I had, all I really thought about was the character I was playing.

And even though at the end of the day I would still be having those feelings and my problems would eventually come back to mind, I still had a chance to breakaway from it for a while.
Or I have the opportunity to channel all my bad thoughts to the character I'm playing and indirectly vent it out.


You know when Lea Michele decided to go back to Glee after Cory's death, I thought it must be really tough for her.
I mean of course it's tough. Cory had a character in Glee and Rachel and Finn were the endgame, the whole of Glee was supposed to lead to their happy ending.
Yet, as she said in Ellen, choosing not to go back to Glee and mopping around at home wouldn't be any easier because she have the whole time alone to think about Cory and there's no other distraction.
When she's doing Glee, Lea is able to play her other character, Rachel Berry and channel every energy to think of what Rachel is thinking, through her crazy antics and weird schemes to get to Broadway instead of just thinking about Cory's passing.




Okay, by now I'm rambling.
HAHAH!



Okay, I simply love Hugh Jackman's and Neil Patrick Harris' openings and duets!





And did you really think I would forget about my boo?





Love guys who can dance and sing. ;)

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