Dear Diary: March 8, 1995

A horrible day at camp.

I didn’t do 35 takes this time… but def needed to warm up a bit. The perfectionist in me would have kept doing it until I nailed the piece verbatim (which in this case, I did not), so I had to give myself a time limit. Plus after a handful of takes, I was just deep in my head and knew I had to stop. My acting teacher normally would ask, “What worked, what didn’t, and why?” For this piece, I’d say I had trouble beginning and as my teacher says, “the pitch is in the windup.” I’d say I was pretty phoney baloney (like my sandwich) especially during the “Whew!” through the crap part. Haha. Anyway, the journey continues… Next week, I might be singing!