All her dreams are made of strawberry lemonade . . .

Butterflies in my stomach.

I'm so nervous about tonight.

I've performed so many times; I've been in music ensembles for most of my life, performed concert solos, accepted awards, sang live on national tv, danced, sang, and strutted my way across countless stages, sang in front of judges for Canadian Idol (, and we all know I'm a regular karaoke fanatic who's never afraid to belt out any tune while dancing.

But.. this is different.

I've never acted before. This is new to me. It's proving to be a lot more difficult than I anticipated. Getting in character is hard work. Especially when that character is nothing like you. So, I'm sitting here.. rehashing my lines over and over again trying to get them dead on.. while the clock ticks and showtime draws nearer and nearer. It's insanely .. hrm.. well, a few words come to mind: Terrifying; distressful; nerve-racking; frightening.. er.. you get the picture.

I'm nervous as hell.


*takes a deep breath*

So, off I go to play Mariuzza and hopefully I won't forget any of my lines.
Wish me luck!!

much love: