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OH MY GOD I DID NOT KNOW YOU COULD DO THAT.

^ THAT! 

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McMaster Musical Theatre production of Into the Woods
Lyric Theatre

I grew up with musicals; they’re some of my first memories of music. Annie, A Chorus Line, Sweet Charity, My Fair Lady are just some of the musicals I was mesmerized by and belted out as a kid (and you wonder why…

My heart is bursting with pride again. 

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We are excited to announce that we will be heading out on a headline tour for leg one of the Go tour this June in the US with The Henry Clay People and The Front Bottoms. We are offering limited pre-sale tickets for purchase now.

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Thu 14 June San Diego, CA @…

just come to toronto again. please?

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I think this question might be a little less thought provoking. In fact, if I answered it the way I’ve been answering the other questions, with a variety of answers. That’s why for this one I’m going to give the one thing that will matter most; it’s a much more difficult question that way.

When I first saw the question, my immediate thought was “Relationships” - as I’ve talked about before, in my last post. But then I started thinking. Is that really what I value most?

For that reason, I’ve narrowed further. Is it trust? Is it respect? For me it could be either. but I must say, above all else, as a twenty-two year old, I value respect. Mutual respect. I think my thoughts, sixty-eight years from now, will be similar. That’s why, for me, the answer to this question is simple.

What will matter most for me is Respect - the same as right now.

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What would I do? I would be on the phone. I would be talking to my mother, telling her that I loved her. I would call my sister, my father, my grandparents, and depending on who’s reading this, maybe you. They would be brief phone calls, just to tell you I loved you, that I know what your capable of. It would be a lot of tears - crying is a sign of strength, according to my last post. I would tell them not to be sad. I would tell them that there’s nothing I want more than for them to be happy. I would give specific advice to a select few.

To me, relationships are everything. I would apologize to those that I’d hurt in the past. I would make sure that these people know how much they mean to me, how much they are worth.

Anyway, that’s what I would do. I figured I’d have gone skydiving during the day or something, too.

As a person who cries quite frequently, especially in recent weeks, I think it’s a sign of strength. Hear me out, though.

To not cry is to be afraid of showing emotion. To not cry is to avoid letting people in. To not cry is to not be vulnerable. I personally think it takes an exorbitant amount of strength to appear vulnerable.

I say that I’ve cried a lot in the last few weeks. It started in November. There was so much unrest; decisions that were hard on the heart, and so many exchanges of words that were similar. I felt weak every day. But I know now how strong I was in going to the people I love and asking for help, even if I cried while doing it. December was similar; I remember looking around my living room and crying because i had so much fabric but no costumes for Earnest. The cast of that very show will tell you that I cried every night before the show, encouraging them to take the passion I’d put into The Importance of being Earnest and to bring that to life on stage. The strength that cast gave me, the strength my passion gave me, was more than I could ever express in words. February was trying; it was crunch time. And though I cried often and enough to fill a whole new ocean, it was because we’d been through so much; those tears, that pride, was a show of the strength of my prod team, my cast, crew and orchestra.

To me, crying is a sign of passion, a sign of perseverance, a sign of pride, a sign of love. To me, all of those things mean strength, not weakness.

xx

Andrea

30 seconds. Well, first of all, I would talk really goddamn fast. I would tell a joke, I think. I mean, I’d try to make it a really good one, but I would totally tell a joke. Or a story. I feel like you could do a lot of things; you could quote famous people, tell everyone to give peace a chance, talk to world leaders and encourage free trade, or free-er trade. Praise the arts community, reject piracy laws, talk about saving animals, encourage equality.



But what would any of that really do?

To me, all of these things are constantly said, all of them are known to our world leaders and to the people who care. No, what the world needs is a good laugh. That’s why there are cat pictures all over the internet, that’s why there are videos of people falling down hills everywhere, right? The Beatles said that all the world needs is love I reckon it needs laughs.

Moral? I’d tell jokes.

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I was just thinking; what’s really the worth of an opinion? Everyone always says that an opinion is a person’s ‘two cents’ but I think it would be worth much more.

Something that I’ve learned over the course of the last few months is that people’s opinions mean more than we want to believe. I always fancied myself to be the type of person who didn’t care what people thought. Those of you who know me well know that this has never been true, but I try to live under these silly little notions that I’m better than that. In any case, through being involved in theatre I’ve realized that this is definitely not the case. I’m not just talking about actors having opinions or disagreements between production teams, or things like that, but rather the idea of reviewers. The need for that… approval, I’d say.

Throughout the course of my term as a director I asked the opinions of a lot of people. Friends, other directors who I respect, my family (specifically in the case of my sister, who is wonderful) as well as the people I was working with. They helped with the process, saw my frustration, my vision, my hard work, and they respected me for it; that was their opinion.

Frustration, for me, comes from the idea that we as people need validation from outsiders. I respected my audiences for what they were; outside observers. I respected reviewers, too, as though they were simply part of the audience. The same as everyone else. But then the reviews came out. The reviews came out and I read them so critically; every word meant something other than what it said; I read in to every little thing. A negative connotation meant a negative review, in my eyes.

Looking back, I can’t help but wonder why those opinions in particular meant so much to me. The fact that my show was called “flouncy” by one person managed to dissuade me from it’s success, despite the fact that so many other people told me how wonderful it was. What made that opinion of a higher value than any other?

I was thinking about it, and decided that if every person who liked Into the Woods or The Importance of Being Earnest had written a review, I would have way more positive reviews than negative ones. The conclusion? It’s not important what the value of an opinion is; the point is to make sure that all opinions are valued evenly.

xx

Andrea

So, I’ve been wracking my brain in search of jobs to apply for. Today, I’ve applied for about ten jobs. After the ninth, I realized that I’d been sending out an old version of my resume. Good. Fantastic. It was saved as the same thing on my desktop, other than the fact that the new one says (1) at the end. As in, I was sending out (2) because (2) is the logical one to be sending out, since it has a higher (and therefore newer) number. Incorrect. I’m a fool.

That being said, though, I’ve been working on my cover letter and resume for that past couple weeks, and the only difference between that version and the new one is that the objective is geared towards being hired as a server at a restaurant, rather than to the jobs I was applying to. Here’s to hoping that employers will look over the minor oversight since they also each got a customized cover letter. One can never be sure, though.

This job hunting is exhausting. I feel like I’m out and about constantly applying to places that either aren’t hiring or don’t care to hire someone who has so little experience. It’s painful - excruciating, really. However, I will persevere.

In other news, I’m still doing that thing where I’m an awful blogger because I get distracted by my non-computer based life. Here’s to hoping that updating on my job search will help me be more active on here. After all, I’m sure you miss your nearly daily doses of beautiful thoughts.

xx

Andrea

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