tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18579461064944071902024-02-07T11:33:42.174-08:00Wishing on a Stage Light...she loved to sing and dance...Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-6524629258266397962012-09-23T13:28:00.000-07:002012-09-23T13:28:41.862-07:00ZombieNight...Hello there! Since starting BYU last January, I haven't had a lot of chances to perform or do anything fun like that. I've tried out for several things at the Y (a couple of plays, some singing groups) but haven't had any success. It's been really frustrating because often times I've been told I'm good enough to be involved, and one director even told me that I was her first choice. "But," she and others have said, "You're not a theater/music/arts student."<br />
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I found something that didn't have any of those things as requirements for participation. My friend's older brother, Wes, does parody covers of popular music. One song he re-did lately was Tao Cruz's "Dynamite," changing it to fit an un-dead theme and naming it "ZombieNight." His wife suggested as a joke that he make a music video parody to go along with the song. Wes jumped on the idea and together, he and his wife began a project to get "ZombieNight" from the sound studio into film.<br />
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My audition for a part as an extra went well, and I got an email a few days later saying that I was invited to be in the film shoot in September. Yesterday was the day! 14 hours of zombie-ness took place, and it was a lot of fun.<br />
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Having been involved in theater since I was 4, full-face make-up was no surprise for me. The latex stuff, however, was new. Liquid latex is cold and smells funny, and when it dries it pulls your skin tight and makes it difficult to move normally. I was given a wicked looking burn on my neck, and the range of motion in my neck was cut down by about a third! But it looked cool. It actually freaked some people out when it was fresh -- they said it looked like I'd actually been burned.<br />
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All of us zombies looked wicked disgusting, but it was really fun. Wearing shredded, stained clothes and being covered in dirt and fake blood, bruises, burns, stab wounds, bullet holes, and other various injuries really brings people together. Barriers broken, people. So funny that friendships were started by people comparing their wounds and making up stories as to how they got them. Because when everyone looks like crap, it's really easy to fit in!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(side thing: it is much less awkward to have your clothes ripped apart by a woman than it is to have them shredded by a man -- that was weird)</span>
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Got this during a narrow escape -- you should see how the other guy looks.
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I should have been more mentally prepared for the physical aspect of the zombie role. I've often been a character actor or dancer actor, where most of my portrayal has taken place through my movements (as Tantomile in <i>CATS</i>, a jitterbug in <i>The Wizard of Oz</i>, a wife in <i>Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat</i>, to name a few). Acting like a zombie takes more energy than a person might think, because pretending not to have control of your body takes a <i>lot</i> of control (I'm a bit sore today, actually -- kinda out of shape much?). It's like being a dancer, but purposefully being bad at it.</div>
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I also should have remembered that filming for a movie is boring. It's what everyone who has ever been in a movie has always said, but as I've never been part of a project like this, I didn't realize how boring it truly is. Take after take of doing the exact same thing, each take split up by the crew having to re-position cameras, light adjusters and filters, set pieces -- the other extras that had arrived at 7am and I took it upon ourselves to shout "BACK TO ONE!!!" before the camera crew could do so. It happened so often that we just began to expect it. Hearing "THAT'S A WRAP" on a take was the best moment ever. SHADE! And WATER! Not to mention we could sit down and talk to each other before we were called back to set again.<br />
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I'm actually kind of surprised that the children on set weren't scared by the way us zombie grown-ups looked.<br />
When I was a child, I probably would have been terrified. Then again, <i>Lassie Come Home</i> gave me nightmares, so. Yeah.
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The make-up removal was quite the adventure. Don't tug on the latex (yeah, don't do it) when trying to get it off. Just roll it off and it won't hurt as much (blah).<br />
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Remarkably, this all came off pretty easily. Two or three gentle washes with shampoo and presto! Gone.
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My zombie time has come to a close. There were good bits and bad bits, and I never quite got used to seeing people walking around with oozing cuts and gashes. Overall it was pretty fun and very different. It was good to be part of a creative team again. I met lots of really cool people, experienced the production aspect of a short film, and was able to dress up crazy without worrying that someone would shoot me. I mean, there are enough people out there who are ready for the zombie apocalypse that I wouldn't have been surprised if someone out of the loop had freaked out and shot at us on set. Hopefully they would have noticed all of the cameras and the fact that we were in the empty lot right next to the city's Arts building...but you never know.<br />
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Wrap it up and send it to a baby on Christmas, folks! This sequence of production is DONE!<br />
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Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-66947533781942844772012-02-27T20:46:00.006-08:002012-02-28T08:51:39.356-08:00Singin' in the Rain...Once upon a Stake Relief Society Conference, my sisters, their ballroom friends, and myself were the entertainment that opened the meeting. The Stake Relief Society Presidency asked me to put a number together that matched the theme, "Learning to Dance in the Rain". They wanted it to be done to the song "Singin' in the Rain", made famous by Gene Kelly in the film with Debbie Reynolds and Donald O'Connnor. And so I did. Nothing much. Just a couple of ballroom partnerships and a girl with a green raincoat and umbrella. Dinner and a show! There ya go. <br /><br />In true LDC fashion (haha) we weren't ready until the night before. Although I will say that last semester LDC was quite more prepared than we were my first year. The video isn't great quality and the person filming it missed the first couple of seconds, but it works, right? Yes. <br /><br /><object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_9cuwebJXk?version=3&feature=player_detailpage"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_9cuwebJXk?version=3&feature=player_detailpage" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="360"></object><br /><br />Ha...it probably would have been better if I'd let them do all of the dancing. And...goal reinforced: loose weight. *sigh*Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-30992419197465674812011-12-19T22:58:00.000-08:002011-12-19T23:22:21.183-08:00A Silent Night...The past two weekends have been spent performing in LDC's annual Christmas pageant. At first our show <em>A Silent Night</em> seemed just another thing that I had to do. I wasn't unhappy about it, but neither was I super excited about it. It was just a show, a chance to perform and to make people happy. It just never seemed to mean much to me personally. I wanted people to come and see it so they could feel happy and be uplifted, but it was like the message of it wasn't getting through to me.<br /><br />That was until our final show, after our president, Teddy, bore her testimony. I was finally able to really feel the message of our story. Before I knew the story and the music, and I loved all of it. I knew in my mind that the story was true, and that what we were doing was blessing many people and helping them through their hard times. But as Teddy spoke of the Savior, and of her upcoming mission, and of her love for each of us, it wasn't just a fact anymore. It was no longer just a fact in my head. It was real truth in my heart.<br /><br />Christmas isn't glitter and sparkly lights and presents, toys and electronics and gift cards. Christmas isn't Santa Claus and elves and sleigh rides. Christmas is more than that. All of those things can be good and bring happiness, but it isn't what it's all about. Christmas, as Brother Eggett pointed out, is a big birthday party. It's Christ's birthday party! That's what it's all about. Shepherds were invited to celebrate by the angels, a formal invitation from God to announce the birth of His Son! Wise men came later to give gifts to the child, recognizing the little king. Today we continue to celebrate the most wondrous, miraculous birth of all time. Because that's what it's really about. Not the Christmas we see in the windows of every store and on the screen of every TV, but the Christmas we read of in the scriptures. It's the Christmas you feel, the Christmas that gets inside you and causes you to love people you don't even know, or people you don't even like very much. It's the Christmas that makes you want to be a better person, even if it's in a small way that nobody will ever know about. It's the Savior, the Messiah, the King of kings and Lord of Lords! It's Him, and all He did. Because there wouldn't be an Easter without a Christmas.<br /><br />Let Him in. Into your life, into your heart, into your mind. All we have to do is let Him in. <br /><br />I'll share a little bit of our show with you now. I hope you enjoy it. Merry Christmas!<br /><br />Click <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXW5L47NvbQ&feature=youtu.be">here</a>.<br /><br /><em>All praise to the name of the Father of Light!<br />One who listens and hears when I call.<br />Every step He ordains I shall walk without fear.<br />In His light I'll not stumble or fall.<br />In His light I'll not stumble or fall.<br /><br />What can mortal men do while I'm safe in His hands?<br />He is God; on His word I'll rely!<br />In the midst of my fear I will trust in His name<br />for I know He will hear when I cry.<br /><br />He knows all of my feelings,<br />the depths of despair,<br />all the limits my soul can endure.<br />I will trust in His name--I have nothing to fear<br />for in Him all my hopes are secure.<br /><br />All praise to the name of the Father of Light!<br />One who listens and hears when I call.<br />Every step He ordains I shall walk without fear.<br />In His light I'll not stumble or fall.<br />In His light I'll not stumble or fall.<br /><br />He alone can deliver a soul from its death,<br />lift a life from a wasteland of need.<br />He alone can replenish with blessings untold<br />until into His light we are freed!<br />We are freed!<br /><br />All praise to the name of the Father of Light!<br />One who listens and hears when I call.<br />Every step He ordains I shall walk without fear.<br />In His light I'll not stumble or fall.<br />In His light I'll not stumble or fall.<br /><br />Every step He ordains I shall walk without fear!<br />In His light I'll not stumble or fall.</em>Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-86168899014970626832011-12-13T23:52:00.000-08:002011-12-14T00:01:38.981-08:00Christmas, Christmas, Christmas...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin9OnkW8_CeqDWW0f8HcsJBriWcc9Hx1Ai68l58OxJJOVg-9S830oQJv1_gLeePhxJ2WxfFGIBxS02NfT-hFD2WbVmnyDXE-8Bw5Oia2QyuMjdd9YazpQwsjTABOKdTcd79i89dHR-tNcJ/s1600/390004_10150404097961462_112118291461_8292775_1746582356_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin9OnkW8_CeqDWW0f8HcsJBriWcc9Hx1Ai68l58OxJJOVg-9S830oQJv1_gLeePhxJ2WxfFGIBxS02NfT-hFD2WbVmnyDXE-8Bw5Oia2QyuMjdd9YazpQwsjTABOKdTcd79i89dHR-tNcJ/s400/390004_10150404097961462_112118291461_8292775_1746582356_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685889402525276530" /></a><br />So far Christmas has been crazy busy! The above photo is of LDC with Michael McLean after we performed with him in the matinee of <em>The Forgotten Carols</em>. We did a second show that evening, which was just as fantastic. I had the opportunity to be one of the opening actors; all I did was walk across the stage while fighting with a friend. Nothing too fancy, but still! It was a great experience to be able to act and sing in this show. It really and truly was awesome. It always has been. Probably always will be.<br /><br />Now our own Christmas show is in full-swing. <em>A Silent Night, A Christmas Pageant</em> opened on Sunday night at the Institute. It's the story of Christmas, of Christ's birth. It's been great to work on this show this year! Julia has done such a good job of organizing and delegating everything. We were actually ready to go on Sunday night! Shocking. Here is the poster that Sean, Samantha, and I worked on for advertising. I think it turned out rather well, don't you?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggu_AJ3hUKNt9dku6-NQFAaQYeW31rnGBsL2Cmbkh9YrI5cdExTqONE1M4xVYc7Y4IMO2itJdsKfrb_kt-3Ir4coFGoLKfhZLFYHfZR_K076iINiTwRAAdY9qJAxcOrfoBr7ku-oDI0jL-/s1600/389878_10150395370993981_549853980_8342053_834613374_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggu_AJ3hUKNt9dku6-NQFAaQYeW31rnGBsL2Cmbkh9YrI5cdExTqONE1M4xVYc7Y4IMO2itJdsKfrb_kt-3Ir4coFGoLKfhZLFYHfZR_K076iINiTwRAAdY9qJAxcOrfoBr7ku-oDI0jL-/s400/389878_10150395370993981_549853980_8342053_834613374_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685889403927821746" /></a><br />Looking forward to another show tomorrow night! It's going to be great. :)Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-1557442517941909242011-11-12T15:20:00.000-08:002011-11-12T15:57:01.622-08:00we will haunt you...Thank you to Ann for posting her photos of the Halloween party!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ANZh4PWB6JT93cYU8-b8TLlJCvr6NXjOv0ngp0V0Yih_TrIiSSxDqrfDmtsLx1Pib0leSCJiXkwew9IJzmzIgQYsSfz87wVdq-Bz97jyh57LO8_ZV6_E7GIxkLhDohSDqoDLFMLlPFkq/s1600/379441_10150344608471567_614486566_8773794_376349365_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674259114452880338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ANZh4PWB6JT93cYU8-b8TLlJCvr6NXjOv0ngp0V0Yih_TrIiSSxDqrfDmtsLx1Pib0leSCJiXkwew9IJzmzIgQYsSfz87wVdq-Bz97jyh57LO8_ZV6_E7GIxkLhDohSDqoDLFMLlPFkq/s320/379441_10150344608471567_614486566_8773794_376349365_n.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_kZ9kHEuEyjShDYfN2U592wA4ZRbroxWY8rZbYJ8sbqZu9FSh4zVTfL_bs7QDZOCiTm4gYq-Tv3200X2BL0LyvVIV2TVk1A6-7ud1G6Fk3ia8NoQ0XkCgm1ZFrFKiOuMJp30v3TnlMzz/s1600/387215_10150344610591567_614486566_8773813_40775925_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674259112463243730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNx53xCiZxY-nHpk5Jwob_t4T5z0mDRotO4E8tfE4KadxLHbEwtnwTkDHjrXye66YySFOJXOwM4PNzTTW5k48OU7XpTlidy6hGd88n194Te_1EfC3xkhL4-34wawBZ1Wx6Lc7_qHIVoEBI/s320/380065_10150344611336567_614486566_8773823_1575106268_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br />As Brother Eggett said...there's no people like show people!</p>Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-87260074790289290052011-10-13T21:04:00.000-07:002011-10-13T21:12:14.439-07:00we be silly...Me and my girls, we be silly. That's one of the great things about LDC. You can be silly most of the time and still get all of the work done. Or at least most of it...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKzhyUFwXUKSsSD6R087b3AHSL4GDEA1hnkjCKmw1kqyXMkTIg8nITgqOzEIlJcUAUZqPkN6wO99KazYQ9yuOb489JvbObwpK5-WBf0sZxQh5RNiNdAO6f2CsxoYpvK7Lie9TxNzKJ1uCP/s1600/086.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKzhyUFwXUKSsSD6R087b3AHSL4GDEA1hnkjCKmw1kqyXMkTIg8nITgqOzEIlJcUAUZqPkN6wO99KazYQ9yuOb489JvbObwpK5-WBf0sZxQh5RNiNdAO6f2CsxoYpvK7Lie9TxNzKJ1uCP/s400/086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663194767883276578" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ttf008YIy6kb4vPrFcxTzt7K4c7yPdR4HdDKN6s989DpPLD-kGApyiSuHTe-sDvJSUfcwn5G-EMZLCx1CoR1g1pIfI91uJqJM_nd7rq8uWdK_AI6PxYOxP4stM_ovnmxtx3ySnbN-HPq/s1600/303984_2529902768890_1293097976_33007638_1178370393_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ttf008YIy6kb4vPrFcxTzt7K4c7yPdR4HdDKN6s989DpPLD-kGApyiSuHTe-sDvJSUfcwn5G-EMZLCx1CoR1g1pIfI91uJqJM_nd7rq8uWdK_AI6PxYOxP4stM_ovnmxtx3ySnbN-HPq/s400/303984_2529902768890_1293097976_33007638_1178370393_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663194786615557330" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi46oL0iUYBnlWnnnMmRg_dDtPF1JJv9eGJ5rnwZdPkqtKRR5NHPwInQbuQKkOSdgDNP_w3HdvgVfcG4DyUNn7VXI1KKW0mEEcr1kcxPPNopVYypEYpFw5e-Y3Z4X1XzxBs66l47ok2-VEE/s1600/357.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 106px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi46oL0iUYBnlWnnnMmRg_dDtPF1JJv9eGJ5rnwZdPkqtKRR5NHPwInQbuQKkOSdgDNP_w3HdvgVfcG4DyUNn7VXI1KKW0mEEcr1kcxPPNopVYypEYpFw5e-Y3Z4X1XzxBs66l47ok2-VEE/s400/357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663194774682698738" /></a>Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-82532775614481481262011-10-12T18:33:00.000-07:002011-10-12T19:31:17.540-07:00a girl worth fighting for...Today LDC performed for the university faculty. Every year the Institute hosts a luncheon for the UVU teachers and employees, and somehow LDC always ends up performing something to fit the theme of the event. Last year we didn't find out until the day before. Brother Eggett came into choir and said, "In a moment of weakness I may or may not have volunteered you all to put on a pirate musical. Tomorrow." So we did it! And it was rather fun.<br /><br />This year we performed again, only we knew about it about a week in advance. The theme this year had something to do with China, and so we dragged out the kimonos and fans and created a mini production of the Disney movie <em>Mulan</em>. I don't know why the guys have the best songs in that movie. It's about a girl, for heaven's sake! <br /><br />While I was waiting to perform the "show" a second time, one of the guys in choir came and sat next to me. I'll describe him to you: tall, dark, handsome, intelligent, talented, kind, hilarious, with a smile that stops your heart while simultaneously making you feel like you've just run a marathon. Aka, the kind of guy a girl like me tries desperately NOT to fall head over heals for. He's the only person I've ever met who I cannot look at while I'm frantically trying to form an intelligent sentence. I'll stare at my knees, his shoes, the floor, anything other than that face with the devastating smile. He's also the only man who upon meeting has caused me to forget my own name (true story).<br /><br />So anyway, this is the guy who comes and sits by me and asks me if I'm okay. I wasn't, because I was really sad and feeling all mixed-up inside, but I didn't want to talk about it for fear of crying and smudging my carefully prepared, very black eyeliner. And then when I explained that, he did the unthinkable: he HUGGED me. And not just a hug: a hold. A longer than 10 second near cuddle while he told me that he'll be there for me anytime I need and that I shouldn't be a stranger because we're friends, and friends help each other when they need it.<br /><br />When he put his arms around me, I was terrified. <em>Boys do not touch me.</em> I don't like it, and I don't want it. Then he pulled me close and I was even more afraid. For one my face was on fire and I was afraid he'd see it. For another, I didn't want to be that close to someone, anyone. Here's why: the last time I was held by someone of the opposite sex, I was scared of him. The feeling was totally and completely wrong. I hated the way it felt, and I wanted to get away from him, but he wouldn't let me go. <br /><br />That was what I expected today, and I was immediately ready to run away. Then I realized...the feeling was completely different. With this friend from choir, I wasn't an object of gratification. I wasn't a toy to be used. I was a person, a girl with feelings and thoughts, and he was only showing me that he cared. He wasn't trying to scare me or threaten me. He was being a <em>friend</em>. It's been so long since I felt that around a guy that I didn't even recognize it. It was so weird to go from feeling afraid to completely relaxed, to actually enjoy being shown friendship through a physical touch.<br /><br />I don't want to be scared anymore. I am, I'll admit it. But I don't want to be. I want to ENJOY choir. I want to keep the close friends I have and to make close relationships with new friends. I want to be able to love others and to trust them and to show them that I care. I want to do for others what my friend did for me, reminding me that there are good, honest, kind people out there.<br /><br />I want to be a girl worth fighting for. I want to be respected and loved, really loved. I want other girls to feel that way, because they <em>should</em> feel that way. No woman should ever be afraid of what a man might do. No woman should ever feel threatened or used or frightened. She is to be fought for and cared for, not used and dumped aside like a toy that has lost its shine.<br /><br />Tomorrow is another day. I'm going to make it better than I made today.Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-19399334582691706842011-10-10T21:52:00.001-07:002011-10-10T22:02:21.872-07:00i don't hate you...If I could write a letter to Choir (not to the members, just the Choir), I would. And I did. And it made me feel a little bit better about it, even though I'm still really struggling right now. I don't mean to struggle. I shouldn't struggle. It's LDC, after all. But I am.<br /><br />Dear LDC Choir,<br /><br />I don't hate you. I don't hate being a part of you. Some days I just don't want to be in class. Some days I dislike having to constantly put up a brave face, when in reality I am more than a millimeter away from running out of the room in tears and never coming back. I don't hate being in class. Some times I just don't want to.<br /><br />I don't hate the people who are a part of you, Choir. In fact, I love most of them and like the rest, seeing as I haven't really gotten a chance to begin to love them. It's still too early for that in some ways. However, though I have many, many friends, sometimes I don't want to be around them. If you didn't make it so vital to be in class every day, if it weren't so important to make friends and be polite and kind to everyone, if, if, if.<br /><br />Choir, I won't leave. I know it isn't time to leave right now. I just wish things were easier. Nothing is ever supposed to be easy. Nothing ever will be easy. Life isn't like that. But I wish I were better at being a member of choir. I wish I felt better. And, secretly, I wish that people didn't talk to me. I wish people didn't expect things of me. I wish I could just be told what to do, to be allowed to be a follower. Why do you keep making me be a leader, Choir, huh? I'm NOT A LEADER. That's obvious.<br /><br />Dear Choir, you've changed my life. You've saved my life. I'm grateful for that. I'll try to be good, and to be cheerful. Just give me time, okay? That's all I ask.<br /><br />Thanks,<br />GKB<br /><br />PS If you haven't already, check out<a href="http://authorsdesk.blogspot.com/"> <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">my other writing spot</span></strong></a>.Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-3497012298743568692011-09-21T17:12:00.000-07:002011-09-21T17:17:53.821-07:00joy joy joy...Can I just say that I love the new song that LDC is learning? It's called "Joy in the Morning" by Natalie Sleeth. I am so excited about this song!! Truly it is a fascinating (and somewhat difficult) piece of music. It's a song all about joy and peace, yet it is written almost entirely minor. How interesting is that? Definitely not your normal happiness anthem.<br /><br />I'm quite excited about the new music for this year. One of the really great things is that my sight reading is improving! That and my ability to hear parts, which makes being section leader a little easier. This is so great! All of this new stuff I'm learning!! JOY!!Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-790629087602088962011-09-18T23:31:00.000-07:002011-09-18T23:44:26.119-07:00fireside...It's interesting to me how names tend to stick. A fireside is no longer a legit fireside. Unless, of course, you go to a canyon and use one of the city installed fire pits, bringing wood you bought at a gas station that's wrapped in plastic, and a gallon of gasoline to get the wood wet so you can light it with one match. And the fixings for s'mores and three or four bags of Starbursts to roast. Then you've got a fireside. <br /><br />But that doesn't happen very often. A fireside now just takes place in the evening when you <em>could</em> have a fire because it's dark and a little chilly, but since they're normally in buildings you'd bring the Fire Marshall running with a fighting crew and a massive pile of paperwork, including at least one rather large ticket.<br /><br /><center>No bueno.</center><br /><br />Tonight's fireside was very good. I highly enjoyed it, even though there was a rather horrific mistake (if you were listening for mistakes) during "I Stand All Amazed" among many members of my section. We are so fixing that tomorrow! However, it was really good to sing for Matthew Holland, president of the university. He's one of our biggest fans, and he's super nice. Not only that, but he's a great speaker. Really great.<br /><br />His topic tonight was about being in the world but not of the world. His definition of "of the world" went something like this: searching and using the easiest, flashiest, most glamorous way possible to do things to gain power, popularity, or fortune with no intent to serve anyone but yourself. To be "in the world": doing the work of the world, such as gaining education; pursuing a career; creating a family; serving in the community; not for personal gain but to bring honor to the church, glory to the Lord, and to bless the lives of others.<br /><br />I thought it was interesting, how different the two things are, and it comes down to this main point: one way of living serves you, and the other way of living serves others. Being of the world is to embrace it wholeheartedly, not caring if it's right or wrong, but only caring if it benefits yourself (whether or not it does in the long run). Being in the world is to embrace others, to make yourself better so you can help others. So very different.<br /><br />Another great thing about President Holland is that he always tells funny stories. He tells serious ones, too, but the funny ones are always hilarious. I'll share one in closing:<br /><br />21 year old girl: "All of my friends are getting married!!"<br />Grad student: "All of my friends are getting divorced."<br />Elderly couple: "Well, all of our friends are dying."<br /><br />Puts life into perspective, doesn't it?Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-77961191191096784702011-09-15T17:18:00.000-07:002011-09-15T17:28:49.506-07:00following the leader...I am not prone to lead. People tell me that I'm a natural leader, but personally I'd rather just let someone else be in charge. It's so much easier and causes less stress to be told what to do, rather than being the one to do the telling.<br /><br />However, I am not to sit back and be told what to do this semester. This semester I have been given the assignment to be the section leader for the sopranos in choir. In some ways I wasn't really surprised; last week I had made a comment to the section about a line of music that the majority of us weren't getting, and as soon as the line was fixed I just had a feeling that I'd be on the list for potential section leader. So when Teddy talked to me about it, it wasn't a major shock.<br /><br />This is going to be a little bit interesting. There are some girls who are quite eager to do my job for me. I guess that makes my life a little easier, but at the same time it's frustrating. I want to do the best job I can do, and it's hard when other people are competing to do it as well. It'll work out though. Today was quite a bit better. I had to step up and speak out right away, instead of waiting like I usually do.<br /><br />The best part of this is that I get to know the girls in my section. A scary part of this is that because I want the music to sound good and I want us to work together, I'm afraid that I'll come across as bossy or arrogant or annoying. I want the girls to like me, and I want them to know that I'm their friend. Balance. Gotta find the balance.<br /><br />Section leader. Me, who knows less than half a drop in a gallon bucket about music. How funny. I'm kind of excited.Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-78375965137033689752011-09-13T08:31:00.000-07:002011-09-13T08:38:01.596-07:00we're back, baby...LDC has hit the ground not just running, but racing full-steam ahead. We're already learning and memorizing songs, performing, and getting set for a Christmas show that is sure to be fantabularifical. I am super, super, super excited about it! <br /><br />I am so excited about all of the new people in the choir. More than half of the slots are filled by people who are either coming back (from missions and such) or who auditioned two weeks ago. There are so many new faces, names, and stories in the classroom! It's exciting (and slightly terrifying), and I can't wait to get to know each one of them. Surprisingly it's easier this year for me to remember names. Maybe it's because I only have to learn 35 instead of 70...haha!<br /><br />So far it's great. We're learning music, we're learning gospel principles, we're learning each other. There are 35 new people in my life for me to become friends with, and who I know I will begin to love with all of my heart. You can't be in LDC and not love the people you sing with.<br /><br />It's going to be one heck of an amazing journey this semester. I truly hope I'm up for it! Gonna have to be...I'll tell you why later. :)Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-88947864679400759752011-09-04T22:26:00.001-07:002011-09-04T22:32:39.637-07:00audition process...So! The auditioning is going farely well. The DVD is all set and ready to mail. I finally picked two songs and a monologue. The upbeat song, "Wonderful, Wonderful Day" from <em>Seven Brides for Seven Brothers</em> went pretty well. The ballad, "God Help the Outcasts" from <em>The Hunchback of Notre Dame</em> was a bit harder, because of the emotion you have to play throughout the song. Sometimes I was playing it too defensively. That's the beauty of a DVD audition: you can stop the camera and roll another take!
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<br />Now it's on to a photo shoot (ugh) for headshots to go with the audition packet, then filling out the packet itself. After that, it's all set to go to SLC! I hope it works out. But if not, I guess I've got nothing to lose except postage money. And that's nothing compared to what I have to pay for gas. :P
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<br />Speaking of auditions...LDC is back in session!! The auditions were on Thursday and Friday of last week. Thank heavens I didn't have to try out again (once you're in, you're in...unless you get married or you "graduate" after three years. Then you're kicked out). Hearing all of those singers who auditioned, I don't know if I would have made it into the choir! There were so many good voices. I'm glad I don't have to pick who will get in!Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-71750991050623838162011-07-08T01:02:00.000-07:002011-07-08T01:02:00.417-07:00choices...<center>I hate auditioning.</center><br />Sure, the performing in front of a what could be my potential director or choreographer is nerve wracking. That part used to make me sick for days before the audition (literally throwing up sick). Now it's not so bad. There are still the shakes and twitches and the strange phenomena of becoming freezing cold, but my voice doesn't crack anymore. I don't trip during movement auditions anymore, either.<br /><br />Knock on wood.<br /><br />No, the hard part now, especially for the audition that is on my mind, is the preparation. The selection of songs and monologues...there is so much out there! I'm finding myself stuck facing questions like, <em>Would this one work? Or are they looking for something different?</em> and <em>Well, I sound okay on it, but is it too long? How can I cut it and still make it work?</em> and <em>Funny or dramatic? Funny or dramatic? Gah...I'm not funny at all...so dramatic?</em><br /><br />One month. One month to get all of the prep done before the audition pieces need to be filmed. Two months until the package must be sent off, postscripted before September 1, in order to be accepted. <br /><br />It's too late at night to be thinking about this. Which is probably why I'm thinking about it in the first place.Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-82974379920972736032011-06-20T17:33:00.000-07:002011-06-20T17:55:39.565-07:00i love a parade...K, so I don't really love parades all that much. Still, they're super fun when you get to be in them with friends. Last weekend the Institute had a float entry in the Orem Fest parade, and members of LDSSA, LDC, and just Institute in general were invited to walk with the float. The theme was Hold to the Rod, with the tree and the building from Lehi's dream (part of <em>The Book of Mormon</em>) as the scene. Behind the float came the iron rod, which students held on to while walking the route.<br /><br />It was super great to see my friends again! Tyler, Julia, Allie, Emilyann, Erin, Amy, Jon, Sean, Adam, tons of people were there! RJ is back from the Philippines now, and with him came his camera. He took lots of fun pictures. Here, look!!**<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwnL2tPsFij672fHsw20BYBNAsKgcZ3zQoyRfiv-w8HAvKjFj-mYwsDf3gZ5uvfmMpcRasW9GF02_Uz2WfUTPXXPaMsJ4b6k_ruK9kCKDxRRwnhWV3XKVeAiT5AvTcTma6bqm_9k5xDiwI/s1600/246949_10150282739924274_576914273_9091894_5941447_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620467170117043842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwnL2tPsFij672fHsw20BYBNAsKgcZ3zQoyRfiv-w8HAvKjFj-mYwsDf3gZ5uvfmMpcRasW9GF02_Uz2WfUTPXXPaMsJ4b6k_ruK9kCKDxRRwnhWV3XKVeAiT5AvTcTma6bqm_9k5xDiwI/s400/246949_10150282739924274_576914273_9091894_5941447_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8tP9q74v6hGxM6TVZkgfVXnvsjTVaiYgkQbRIcakb_Vn6R031UQKVwAyIO4DIWxT4EyhRY8IOHoKlIgz_lXZjZhaHIZ07baM3Uv7xJ8zVoAIGj-hlVnMQQHApu1HYLbv6M0zGaQnoRxHh/s1600/254218_10150282741854274_576914273_9091942_5450219_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620467613347171106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLnq0DsN2KXG4Lkf0UYCHL-T2nRX3RpY6sRwdjrtsKWKd-lhyphenhyphenQ8sZ_nrLdU2pfPnPHKat9EFKfjMkuXtVzO7LJyYO6fOiYquawZrzEb9jg2TJhOoO_K0SXxnVSWOcO2gCuDzG3E4-41Xua/s400/254041_10150282741004274_576914273_9091921_7593178_n.jpg" /></a><center>OREO!!</center><br /><center>Oh, wait, wait...</center><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620467620372102098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeLmf87DsdY1rkJmCjyGALjASpi60u2BGZDPByzlkTinqL7mRforEikLzTZU1ztuyvdOyBXLLeT57hcPHrd67a6RfRaQGQd8cvIwA6lNLGKS76M1eBHUqoe-skfwUPcVy8smtRUvawgPXR/s400/263746_10150282741049274_576914273_9091922_5347012_n.jpg" /><center>DOUBLE STUFF!!</center><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKrXeasqmkT7jN_oOURklEvVFzadGadrTiHJSb2JeXM8EDi1JGvPPMU9AzugxvsQ0SP3NKH0hwLwf-gzmrj6vYLrh9ju7wk87yG2isPAGsSGmjjcfYQMss_egX7lQemkxfTjKBdyLtx1L/s1600/251112_10150282742919274_576914273_9091965_3989082_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620467608595742354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKrXeasqmkT7jN_oOURklEvVFzadGadrTiHJSb2JeXM8EDi1JGvPPMU9AzugxvsQ0SP3NKH0hwLwf-gzmrj6vYLrh9ju7wk87yG2isPAGsSGmjjcfYQMss_egX7lQemkxfTjKBdyLtx1L/s400/251112_10150282742919274_576914273_9091965_3989082_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis_9i95ePo4VnV1jp4de_kaCaCk7sfhLarVxJJOxfxwZGW_CCZhRqQiflk7ddVmGfbT8pwDKgV89jqJJkHpuhUTm8rMLbq-0RDQkcsrAPElpKsTX-YDrEtBWOrzBHRPcYqOLAW1e8ah6Nm/s1600/262754_10150282741184274_576914273_9091927_5831244_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620467623070355586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis_9i95ePo4VnV1jp4de_kaCaCk7sfhLarVxJJOxfxwZGW_CCZhRqQiflk7ddVmGfbT8pwDKgV89jqJJkHpuhUTm8rMLbq-0RDQkcsrAPElpKsTX-YDrEtBWOrzBHRPcYqOLAW1e8ah6Nm/s400/262754_10150282741184274_576914273_9091927_5831244_n.jpg" /></a><br /><center>Hurrah for Institute!!</center><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjih60Fbo-1HEgooNpxX0RxfQvjBLBrC_x9VZXmBnBGW6XS4pT0rF7Zhx8LbEFT3TtTRTg9JsqLEhYdhVF3hpgQW2uqBoylpv2fQgmd6WFu-KJ1tjRzo3FGAW2NKNCvcJ_-eo_sdRGJQlvn/s1600/255697_10150282741104274_576914273_9091924_7108151_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620467629413532370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjih60Fbo-1HEgooNpxX0RxfQvjBLBrC_x9VZXmBnBGW6XS4pT0rF7Zhx8LbEFT3TtTRTg9JsqLEhYdhVF3hpgQW2uqBoylpv2fQgmd6WFu-KJ1tjRzo3FGAW2NKNCvcJ_-eo_sdRGJQlvn/s400/255697_10150282741104274_576914273_9091924_7108151_n.jpg" /></a><br />Oh, and by the way. Someday I will dress up like a princess and ride a horse like this. I will do it.<br /><br /><em>**All pictures were taken by RJ**</em>Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-42425866430015661892011-05-16T12:40:00.001-07:002011-05-16T12:59:26.274-07:00a taste of tour...There is way too much to write about concerning choir tour. I've been trying to write it all down in a condensed version for a couple of weeks, but it's not working.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgQzYUvFEG1zj0F_vdvUd196xTFioyX49Xf8p7QpTx4EKFIvNC1-MlOgbisY8yFGifaQHYw1b66qTs1b4mvj-43Qyj5p-fPiJjDy37gAmm6SlWmZBCYGAIUpL1TGzG1TUvI0V7dWfQGRpF/s1600/choir+tour4.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607404401271656994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgQzYUvFEG1zj0F_vdvUd196xTFioyX49Xf8p7QpTx4EKFIvNC1-MlOgbisY8yFGifaQHYw1b66qTs1b4mvj-43Qyj5p-fPiJjDy37gAmm6SlWmZBCYGAIUpL1TGzG1TUvI0V7dWfQGRpF/s400/choir+tour4.bmp" /></a><br />Can I just say that choir tour was beyond incredible? It was hard—some days I was so exhausted that I could barely function. That’s how everyone was at some point on tour. However, it was absolutely worth it. We met so many people. We played with kids at the high schools, we sang for them, and we definitely got them excited about Institute. We played with one another, too. From our Academy Awards night for tour videos to our family night when the parents came to our trip to Salt Lake, we had fun together. We really are like a family, and we definitely put the fun in dysfunctional. It’s the best ever! <br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607404064300287762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWmnjTjiEgmhyJ9N2l7AmQY7yjbuepbZ_sxUVAzauyYnbDY3KWuas180eztQoYa-FUE3KaMoXr18rPyIscGZdfzylLk5WlALiBth1iUHBr-7kYTa94_0YPfNZ3AsSbqZYV3Ll6ypFpIdAj/s400/choir+tour.jpg" /><br />Something else we did: we sang for each other. One of the most incredible moments we had on tour was on Thursday afternoon. Technically it was the last time all of us would sing together for an audience. It was a just small group of students and teachers who were in the building after school for a class, some of our leaders and faculty from the Institute, and the choir members. As we sang, the whole room was just full of love and friendship. We were singing for each other. It was amazing. All of us were crying (or almost all of us). I was doing okay until I looked at the third years, the ones who have “graduated” from LDC. I realized that this was the last time we’d sing together, and I totally lost whatever composure I had managed to hang onto.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgXL6QojWpe_VQi_tQPuM-KZQtHRVWVOTq5lxfPELJH9UkAo7rnqgvhyTGONyMIopDsf9qMe1zpKzSGz3SB0vdrGkX6MO39QLviQbuNTDZn2S0T_xSnWATDu-RhphP8MrQ1gOGteDPDYyo/s1600/choir+tour3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607404085370200786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgXL6QojWpe_VQi_tQPuM-KZQtHRVWVOTq5lxfPELJH9UkAo7rnqgvhyTGONyMIopDsf9qMe1zpKzSGz3SB0vdrGkX6MO39QLviQbuNTDZn2S0T_xSnWATDu-RhphP8MrQ1gOGteDPDYyo/s400/choir+tour3.jpg" /></a><br />I love the people in LDC. They are my best friends. They’re my adopted brothers and sisters. Each one of them has an amazing story, and sets an amazing example for everyone that they meet. This has been one of the best (and hardest) years of my life, and it’s because of all of the wonderful people I’ve met through the choir. This summer has already been the longest I’ve ever had…and it hasn’t even been two weeks since choir ended! Thank goodness for our inability to stay away from each other—we keep having parties and planning things for the future. And thank goodness for the CD that we recorded!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfVManYuU2ebjdxnRIBt-kRfcW6O-RMnfg-t9tFAIBKGeCxom_ucjfaQB73W6p72E0_QT3elVMyEBB0j-ZH3BI9lTiOjWx18GJTJBQyAbNVr8_Y4fq6c1Uoxz3Nf2UExJug8yDLcz_iAuF/s1600/choir+tour2.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607404397030591202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfVManYuU2ebjdxnRIBt-kRfcW6O-RMnfg-t9tFAIBKGeCxom_ucjfaQB73W6p72E0_QT3elVMyEBB0j-ZH3BI9lTiOjWx18GJTJBQyAbNVr8_Y4fq6c1Uoxz3Nf2UExJug8yDLcz_iAuF/s400/choir+tour2.bmp" /></a><br />I know that it isn’t really over. We’ll always be friends. What’s hard is that we won’t sing together anymore. I get to go back to the choir next year; I still have two years left. But my friends who are all finished and moving on with their lives? It’ll be weird not seeing them every single day and more. There are also a lot of first and second years that aren’t coming back; they’re moving on with their lives. Some are engaged, like Kenna and David, Daniel, and Lindsey. Some are just focusing more on school, like Erin. Others are taking a break, like Emilyann. I wonder what it will be like next year, with so many new faces and stories.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilR9DhEOvn_HcG6DAGL9JXE711ChyhNIZa9FiElMCdgfOlUhrePCtHtVqT1pANHQuHfj3zg8LurGQUeOkBXZUj9BQb8Ke8En0c3SiEEFBshJFiMbZ4b0HTnGucYaYNmpBYBkEkFRSrSPH8/s1600/choir+tour+6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607404391101529026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilR9DhEOvn_HcG6DAGL9JXE711ChyhNIZa9FiElMCdgfOlUhrePCtHtVqT1pANHQuHfj3zg8LurGQUeOkBXZUj9BQb8Ke8En0c3SiEEFBshJFiMbZ4b0HTnGucYaYNmpBYBkEkFRSrSPH8/s400/choir+tour+6.jpg" /></a>Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-20186897909402826942011-04-26T20:40:00.000-07:002011-04-26T20:48:13.156-07:00food much?Planning meals for 80 people, shopping for food for 80 people, storing food for 80 people, preparing food for 80 people, transporting food for 80 people...dang. This is quite the adventure! I've been helping Julia and Skyler out with the food for the past couple of LDC activities, and it's a lot of work. I'm finding that I enjoy it so far. <br /><br />Today was really fun; Julia and I planned all of the meals for tour next week with Amelia. Afterwards, Julia and I went to Costco and bought a bunch of stuff for the rehearsal in Salt Lake tomorrow. Sandwiches for 80 people? Holy smokes, there was so much stuff in our cart! <br /><br />I'm liking this job. However, I'm really, really glad that I won't have to do it again! I think having fun, helpful people on the committee with me makes it a lot better. Doing this on my own would be ridiculous. <br /><br />More shopping will begin on Thursday morning...hopefully this will all work out next week! And hopefully there won't be too many complaints...that makes it really difficult. Oh, well! Everything will work out.Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-51996123391553730432011-04-23T14:26:00.000-07:002011-04-23T14:46:50.315-07:00and it starts...Drama. You get it in every group, no matter the type. I've just been super frustrated lately with some things that have gone on in LDC. Tour is going to be interesting, because the girl I am now working with got really upset at me last week about something I had no control over. She (and many others, including me) has been really bothered that a few students don't seem to care about their involvement in the choir. People don't show up to rehearsals or performances, miss classes, come late to everything. Yes, I know that some people have legit reasons. Others? It's just frustrating! However, this girl kind of let me have it.<br /><br />She asked me if I was going to be able to go to a tour committee meeting on Friday morning so that we could talk to the tour president and the rest of the choir about our assignment. When I found out what time it was at, I told her I wouldn't be able to go because of a review that was scheduled for the same time for my college algebra final. She got super upset and said how people in the choir were so irresponsible and that they should just figure out their personal issues or quit.<br /><br />It really hurt, what she said. I've missed two choir classes the entire year due to illness. I've been late to class once. I've missed one devotional. I've missed one performance at a fireside, and that was because our choir president and another girl sent me home because I was a nervous wreck. I've done my absolute best, and she let me have it because I couldn't go to one tour meeting.<br /><br />I ended up going, but I was late. She didn't talk to me, but she did smile. I hope everything ends up being okay, since we're working together. I guess I'll just keep my mouth shut the whole time and follow any directions that she gives me. It'll keep things from being a problem, and it'll keep me from saying something stupid.Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-1939952152210317482011-04-13T16:58:00.000-07:002011-04-13T17:03:19.188-07:00another opening, another show...It's that time again! LDC is putting on the spring semester show this weekend. It's going to be awesome! I'm super excited for it (just hoping it will all come together asap...)! Here is the poster created by our amazing Lindsey!<br /> <br /><center><strong>THE FAMILY: A PROCLAMATION TO THE WORLD</strong></center><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbOZqVNb18CadJ6kR2Khw7vI4CGGjja4KfUCblWWL6Ngjb1VejOuTdoOs17zalsE9kvey_dYhLbmlZpv_8yPLhCjy1AnQgyBiRz1U5rNxRb-XCRdMbMktAZbi2cmz9tQ6BrowfQ7drWSDa/s1600/show+advertisement.jpg"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595222272954620066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbOZqVNb18CadJ6kR2Khw7vI4CGGjja4KfUCblWWL6Ngjb1VejOuTdoOs17zalsE9kvey_dYhLbmlZpv_8yPLhCjy1AnQgyBiRz1U5rNxRb-XCRdMbMktAZbi2cmz9tQ6BrowfQ7drWSDa/s400/show+advertisement.jpg" /></strong></a> <br /><center>Our show is all about the family, hence the awesome name. :)</center>Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-29405864763433566392011-02-13T18:18:00.000-08:002011-02-13T18:23:29.454-08:00singers are friends...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLxR9C25KYYoi3mWzbsZch6Ijx58av9mgdmkH_aJayjlRpacAOUWfU3169X0V-vHbvFBwF5Ahjkb9D_qur6SiSuaGcfUS6h8Zwj_0av5kC5EbNt1dgXXGpHUxqMJTG4IDCoPOLdKskB3qK/s1600/LDC4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573365047933886962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLxR9C25KYYoi3mWzbsZch6Ijx58av9mgdmkH_aJayjlRpacAOUWfU3169X0V-vHbvFBwF5Ahjkb9D_qur6SiSuaGcfUS6h8Zwj_0av5kC5EbNt1dgXXGpHUxqMJTG4IDCoPOLdKskB3qK/s400/LDC4.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">...not food...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-15462189538311061582011-01-23T20:46:00.000-08:002011-01-23T21:02:01.231-08:00LDC Christmas INSANITY!!<div>We performed SO MUCH this past semester, I can barely believe it. We were able to sing with Michael McLean as he performed "The Forgotten Carols" and with Lex de Azevedo as he performed his "Gloria! The Life of Christ" with several talented (aka George Dyer) singers. We also were able to sing in Salt Lake City at several venues, one of which we were recorded at and were put on the local radio. Last but not least (and probably the most incredible experience) we performed our own show, "Amazing Grace". It was truly wonderful and I loved it, despite all of the stress, tears, and nights where I was scared to death to sleep because I kept dreaming about failing everything. </div><div> </div><div>Here are some pictures from these events!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565609523049034210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMwmR3eCi94WBqpWoPd8gdyF4d2gqVJGoXwYaLYZ6F2QKAApjlV7ylSevuwPLc9KtFy-oV5JRtF0gq9sPWH79tCDymbhBTxJk7xLvEZkgqMZBbZGmKXIIcnKXVfmrPc3wY1hKem_mWRKjk/s400/LDC3.jpg" /> <p align="center"> <span style="font-size:85%;">On our way to Salt Lake!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /> </p></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565609512973666114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrOqU-TGvrZUG0Foqus5cRl352CaykA34n1yNIufvd6O2jjO9iaq3hoNhN-toqfReO4Pd1lvkhBW8-x5eB58zY5_0ArGDJoQ9hkJTuVW_eAYs6wQTqiCX7mEG0EFISJZvRk7NZ9dtNNier/s400/LDC2.jpg" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">"The Forgotten Carols"</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /> </p></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSKCvOA_yS5j2XX08Z5S1P8kUB6fa5acHZ7FTEtHR_4MuBWoWGSRpwp4M_T28o7erOMIgkkOzh8-qQphjDKxsdemqqGBI-hca5NW2cZU6-V4db9sARjwsL6FglRV9Mk8PdSnsJtf-1mieZ/s1600/LDC.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565609511477458418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSKCvOA_yS5j2XX08Z5S1P8kUB6fa5acHZ7FTEtHR_4MuBWoWGSRpwp4M_T28o7erOMIgkkOzh8-qQphjDKxsdemqqGBI-hca5NW2cZU6-V4db9sARjwsL6FglRV9Mk8PdSnsJtf-1mieZ/s400/LDC.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> "Amazing Grace"<br /></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRkGWG7EBd6lVCmLT7s3Ja3O3kzE_Vb4BvzPjZvmXo6Xgzti7fIC80azo_YPFZD24a6uFJaleJLWdpV5AIS_dGhYcxv2ByF5wJ9y8POwKID7AMatjHXKQDMLHjNl7ZlosDNBxv0G6uZXXi/s1600/amazing+grace.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565609505122095522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRkGWG7EBd6lVCmLT7s3Ja3O3kzE_Vb4BvzPjZvmXo6Xgzti7fIC80azo_YPFZD24a6uFJaleJLWdpV5AIS_dGhYcxv2ByF5wJ9y8POwKID7AMatjHXKQDMLHjNl7ZlosDNBxv0G6uZXXi/s400/amazing+grace.jpg" /></a><br /></div>Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-56270973509588309152010-10-12T22:07:00.001-07:002010-10-12T22:15:54.661-07:00what i'm doing now...I auditioned for the Latter-Day Celebration Choir (LDC) at the university I go to. The Institute program, which is like a religious center for instruction and FUN (really, it's fun) has this choir. LDC performs at meetings and puts on shows in the winter and spring. To get to the point, I made it in!! I'm singing first soprano. There are currently about 65-70 people in the choir, I can't remember the last count. I am totally loving it.<br /><br />The first few days were hard. Choir Retreat was scary too...I didn't know anyone and I'm one of the youngest girls in the choir. They usually don't take just graduated high school students. However it gets better and better every single day. I look forward to class more than anything during the week, even Friday.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Latter-Day Celebration</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAlIAXyi9Y46lv5yddscNtkV9S307xNVpYcJctRui4WJeVFX4dVL5h-M8jbqu9SHVM5224_hWsiKJ26fAnQ4J6yttA-q4zKAdmJDaaB06Y1U3B0r_Xtc6FqrlgC6Ub08C9NYjQYx8UugMQ/s1600/LDCgroup.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAlIAXyi9Y46lv5yddscNtkV9S307xNVpYcJctRui4WJeVFX4dVL5h-M8jbqu9SHVM5224_hWsiKJ26fAnQ4J6yttA-q4zKAdmJDaaB06Y1U3B0r_Xtc6FqrlgC6Ub08C9NYjQYx8UugMQ/s400/LDCgroup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527394054341790866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">(This was taken at Retreat. It is, as you can see, a very candid photo. We'll use it as a thank you for people who invite us to perform. Aren't we awesome? :) )</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />I am so excited to be in this choir. You have absolutely no idea.<br /></div>Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-34521814106635039252010-10-09T05:37:00.000-07:002010-10-09T10:07:33.445-07:00some pictures...This blog just kind of dies, doesn't it? I never even got around to "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolored Dreamcoat". That's the problem with trying to do a detailed blog while in a show...it gets forgotten in the craziness.<br /><div><br />Here are some pictures from what I've been doing this past year:<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Seasons of Love-MVHS Choir Concert</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I mentioned a little bit about this show before this blog just died...I was cast as a pre-show character (Anita from "West Side Story"). I also choreographed, directed, and taught the music for a special number from "Grease". This choir concert really changed my life. I learned tons and finally discovered the fact that I not only adore performing for people, but I'm not too bad at it either. I'm really grateful for this experience because it did change my life.<br /><br /></div></div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuaTQz6srZt_sYdGhZQT5-bp1h9q7YAth8FJoLUQt33_Xuy54hzB1RWHdyd3tD77PtqonkmwLjyHkNspP0cWFwu6txtdarWLLgKlpQOgNaSsTTbSb5TVA5_uJ5Dl_u_ZbwayXGkkuzqDAW/s1600/IMG_0338.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuaTQz6srZt_sYdGhZQT5-bp1h9q7YAth8FJoLUQt33_Xuy54hzB1RWHdyd3tD77PtqonkmwLjyHkNspP0cWFwu6txtdarWLLgKlpQOgNaSsTTbSb5TVA5_uJ5Dl_u_ZbwayXGkkuzqDAW/s320/IMG_0338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526089805391684882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">("I like to be in Amereeca!!" We did sections of "West Side Story" in the concert, and I got to play Anita!! :D )</span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Ql3JLWZ1GickIPVLfgt_H7VRPr3D0sjo6IwJu4Nx2PWfK41pO2Y53gioMr2udSxOPgb6C8yu37aNxFw76FTF0cvmhEWTYy9p8M5pswcsjMIsBJ2EmifkTeN1LaP9b-JJqQeFHX0RfQ0k/s1600/IMG_0301.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Ql3JLWZ1GickIPVLfgt_H7VRPr3D0sjo6IwJu4Nx2PWfK41pO2Y53gioMr2udSxOPgb6C8yu37aNxFw76FTF0cvmhEWTYy9p8M5pswcsjMIsBJ2EmifkTeN1LaP9b-JJqQeFHX0RfQ0k/s320/IMG_0301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526089798230059554" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(The girls takin' on the guys.)<br /></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtRfldZa2TpYEMSxahZLQ3fnF1pSKSV-rC2kzd5kuwV9eDTrkHah2CCebkrgP8MqIBrszpgDIxwQixxmZHdzd5G3V2uhNQwiouNf4PGswEm-3_BpTRXQynkuZbWQ2y3ZLHypCkNA247Tmn/s1600/IMG_0025.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtRfldZa2TpYEMSxahZLQ3fnF1pSKSV-rC2kzd5kuwV9eDTrkHah2CCebkrgP8MqIBrszpgDIxwQixxmZHdzd5G3V2uhNQwiouNf4PGswEm-3_BpTRXQynkuZbWQ2y3ZLHypCkNA247Tmn/s320/IMG_0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526089778346410690" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(I choreographed a number for the concert for my Ariosa class. This is a picture of the girls singing "Tell Me More" from "Grease".)</span><br /><br /><br /></div></div><div> </div><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">ONE-ACT Festival</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />One-Act Festival takes place every year at MVHS. I tried out and was cast as a lead in "The Valiant", a play about a convicted murderer and a jail warden who is trying to discover his true identity. I was cast as the Warden. It was an amazing, intense experience. I loved it.<br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9qKapNPY62aMj-qkQSU-u38f0wrL4rAYUIuzjEDwmfihLKgMOwfHhFVYpchm-neGm0m8B3co1Pl7nFAPcaOgfcWs6MfxF2dTnWHnoFCn1DB0YrKZcdLlDscYa2qBJwa-cyJpTvE-VAPw/s1600/seniority+178.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9qKapNPY62aMj-qkQSU-u38f0wrL4rAYUIuzjEDwmfihLKgMOwfHhFVYpchm-neGm0m8B3co1Pl7nFAPcaOgfcWs6MfxF2dTnWHnoFCn1DB0YrKZcdLlDscYa2qBJwa-cyJpTvE-VAPw/s320/seniority+178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526092173651603810" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Sadly we didn't take any pictures in costume. I kind of regret that. A lot. But here is the picture of us after we won Best One Act: Judges Choice. I won Best Actress: People's Choice and the leading man won Best Actor: Judges' Choice and People's Choice. Not pictured is one of our supporting actresses, and she also won Best Actress: Judge's Choice.<br /></div></div><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </div><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >JOSEPH and the AMAZING Technicolor Dreamcoat</span><br /></div><div><br />The summer was spent doing this musical with my family and friends. It was an amazingly awesome fun show to do but...I'm kind of glad it's over. Talk about tiring!! It's hard to do a show, start college, and start a new job all in the same four week period. Here are some cast pictures:<br /></div><br /><p><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526030421452194994" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdCGC7kWEUe0RF8Ar7nDUNjuTYdSL-WEsXEhEfJveIim1duFSF4AgIX43Tb_lrcIobDFU5Q5n5drNADRN21v395v9lS1kwH6N6fZZ1VFpdogbrvN5zPZeDXYslf3uHxvr2vCPfeKXJJZRj/s320/josephcast-coat.jpg" border="0" /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Joseph with his giant coat)</span><br /></div><br /><p><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 213px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526030425561265154" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqEmV_UCNkHyrWa8OFKb3c-a8CR9sY1ppYSZAwSdLJD-tSU3XP5k0Qdl59r0nsKGGFVaM8jnESYTav_cGW3l7KWAcn2U4nKmMQHCQvp1VVQm1bURwzyXk-D_SnumX1y0oVcz62pMxOF1II/s320/josephcast-bible.bmp" border="0" /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Family photo!! The brothers with their wives. I was a wife. My hubby? He's the tallest one.)</span><br /></div><br /><p><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 213px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526030429772088226" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5nrggAMB1bVZJe3fv-wjbPCX6o6R_b3HOePhjEwskK7mSlXJpwQ7gQV1QJIryMyxhPFwY85WQLpbvsz4groNtp3uVJMa5IDg84ndLPdQA0QbSBhZ1ZHkEH9WHtcPNPtBgfQiLLuxntUPx/s320/josephcast-gogo.bmp" border="0" /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">("Go, go, go Joseph!!" Sixties dance party)</span><br /></div><p> </p><br /><p><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 239px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526030431138392658" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhpmuwf25Z35Y4PMWNahouqPXJSF38jmbFoDR6egFCgkc9ydMTHXCqYCkhaM3Vb0ghrmttm8WDETR7OlgbHEivv6kMEt1-9V8oxVY35T0yZ2tdSegMz4w4MJcHnuXj_B-JWjcNuvy9f9q3/s320/josephcast-wives.bmp" border="0" /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(A Pharoah Story: the wives "were sold" into Egypt to live with Pharoah. At least that was what we decided. :) )</span><br /></div><p align="center"> </p><br /><p align="center"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526030436270703026" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvZgOXVbatLBLNIn31d20mjQEhHtfvlDuozSqcNk1JYNzBgxJO7UCgGmF71YSdYWRDjiYXEfWVpMEGcyPTdAeMJqB-Qw0dYLPGb5g2ElgeI1m9Bo1-rKesI_nJ_04bQTIDc0eEMiPUOMUf/s320/josephcast-whites.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">(The Mega-Mix...or after. We never held still during this entire number.)</span><br /></p>Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-59582382991178666202010-02-04T18:50:00.000-08:002010-02-04T18:54:52.454-08:00why?I know why. I've been very tired, have forgotten to eat on too many occasions, misplace every water bottle I bring to school, et cetera. Which is probably why I'm sick and progressively getting worse with the concert a week away.<br /><br />Wonderful much.<br /><br />I've also learned that I like doing theatre/performing outside of high school better than in it. 140 high school students and 4 adults do not get nearly as much done as 50 high school students and 25-40 adults, like in regular theatre. I don't like wasting so much time with little conversations and kids not paying attention; we could be so much further ahead if people would just be quiet. I never noticed before how having one adult for every five "kids" helps move things along.<br /><br />Hopefully I'll be better soon. Hopefully.Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857946106494407190.post-856415835119215812010-02-01T22:27:00.000-08:002010-02-01T22:32:16.817-08:00this week...Tuesday:<br /><ul><li>A Cappella rehearsal 7:45 am-9:50am</li><li>Soprano costume check (mine aren't done...I'm just too blasted short)<br /></li><li>"Grease" rehearsal lunchtime</li><li>"West Side Story: Amereeca" rehearsal 2:30-3:30 pm</li><li>Preshow character rehearsal 2:30-3:00pm</li></ul>Wednesday:<br /><ul><li>A Cappella rehearsal 7:45 am-9:50am</li></ul>Thursday:<br /><ul><li>A Cappella rehearsal 7:45 am-9:50am</li><li>"West Side Story: Amereeca" rehearsal 2:30-4:00pm<br /></li></ul>Friday:<br /><ul><li>No school<br /></li><li>Specialty numbers rehearsal ("Grease") 1:00-3:00pm</li></ul>Saturday:<br /><ul><li>Tech rehearsal 9:00am-1:00pm (not required but extra credit which I need)</li></ul>Oh, boy. I'm scared.Sarah Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525949118660493801noreply@blogger.com0