I was leaving from downtown to the west. I went with a friend of mine and he had a large white limo that we would be taking. The way from the city went through hills and country sides and then back to my home town. As we were going into my home town a street away from where I lived, the car peaked it's nose around the corner, almost as if I was acting through it. I didn't want anyone to see me in this white limo. I felt as if they would think I was bragging, being too good, and that I had to hide my success and well being. I did end up seeing two girls from my school. They were girls that were not really involved in anything like sports, acting, band, nor did they excel at scholastics or art and they did not stand out. They saw the limo and rolled their eyes, putting down the idea of the car, the idea of success, the idea of excelling.
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I was in some sort of coastal town. I'm not sure if it was a camp, a school or?? but I found myself in a group that was to perform a play. I didn't feel comfortable in my role. I only had two lines.... same two words said twice, they would take maybe 5 seconds to say, but they didn't feel right. I couldn't see where the dialogue fit in with the rest, where the character fit in. It felt like a completely foreign item thrown in and it felt wrong, sounded wrong, and I didn't feel connected to the group, the play, the activity... I couldn't go through with it. It didn't help that each time I was supposed to say my lines, I forgot all two words. The woman that was supposed to speak after me was Latin or Italian... VERY dramatic and I thought she could at least pull something off even if it didn't fit. Why doesn't she just take my part too? I told them to at least let me see the old black and white movie that the play was from, so I could get an idea of how to do it. We moved into the next room and they wanted to take a group photo. It moved from a stressful mood, to a very friendly and loving mood. I was wearing light blue, actually took an ok shot, and that was that.
Then I was in a gymnasium of sorts. It was a large pleasant room, lots of sunlight, wood floors and so on. There was a woman in an office seeing people, one by one to review their talent. There were only a couple of people left, myself and two boys, that when you saw them closer, you knew they were men. I was wondering why I was there. What was I going to do for my talent? The two guys started playing their guitars while waiting. One had an acoustic and the other a black bass that he played on it's back and he would just tap his finger on a string and it would make an full beautiful sound. I accidentally dropped a nail file on the bleachers and one of them picked it up and gave it back to me and we started talking. I asked them if they were playing George Jones? They said yes... They were very nice and also very ??? one purposed. It seems they were there to play beautiful music and give off that feeling, no other intentions or goals. No tension in them. We all walked into the talent lady's office. She seemed orderly and stern, but still wanting to be pleasant. One of the guys walked to the window. Through it you could see a fence and large bunnies behind it. It seemed he reached through the glass and picked up the bunny. It seemed happy to be there on its back getting petted. The lady was impressed and ooh'd and aah'd about how good he was with animals.
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I was in some sort of coastal town. I'm not sure if it was a camp, a school or?? but I found myself in a group that was to perform a play. I didn't feel comfortable in my role. I only had two lines.... same two words said twice, they would take maybe 5 seconds to say, but they didn't feel right. I couldn't see where the dialogue fit in with the rest, where the character fit in. It felt like a completely foreign item thrown in and it felt wrong, sounded wrong, and I didn't feel connected to the group, the play, the activity... I couldn't go through with it. It didn't help that each time I was supposed to say my lines, I forgot all two words. The woman that was supposed to speak after me was Latin or Italian... VERY dramatic and I thought she could at least pull something off even if it didn't fit. Why doesn't she just take my part too? I told them to at least let me see the old black and white movie that the play was from, so I could get an idea of how to do it. We moved into the next room and they wanted to take a group photo. It moved from a stressful mood, to a very friendly and loving mood. I was wearing light blue, actually took an ok shot, and that was that.
Then I was in a gymnasium of sorts. It was a large pleasant room, lots of sunlight, wood floors and so on. There was a woman in an office seeing people, one by one to review their talent. There were only a couple of people left, myself and two boys, that when you saw them closer, you knew they were men. I was wondering why I was there. What was I going to do for my talent? The two guys started playing their guitars while waiting. One had an acoustic and the other a black bass that he played on it's back and he would just tap his finger on a string and it would make an full beautiful sound. I accidentally dropped a nail file on the bleachers and one of them picked it up and gave it back to me and we started talking. I asked them if they were playing George Jones? They said yes... They were very nice and also very ??? one purposed. It seems they were there to play beautiful music and give off that feeling, no other intentions or goals. No tension in them. We all walked into the talent lady's office. She seemed orderly and stern, but still wanting to be pleasant. One of the guys walked to the window. Through it you could see a fence and large bunnies behind it. It seemed he reached through the glass and picked up the bunny. It seemed happy to be there on its back getting petted. The lady was impressed and ooh'd and aah'd about how good he was with animals.
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