oama cu visul

omul cu visu' sunt eu. bine, e si chestia aia cum ca omul cu visul e fiecare dintre noi, ca toti avem vise care de cele mai multe ori raman doar atat, pentru ca nu putem, dintr-un motiv sau altul, sa le indeplinim (sau sa le ajutam sa se indeplineasca).
but more than anything else, omul cu visu sunt eu. intr-un fel a fost cea mai perversa chestie, cracking my head open in fata unor oameni pe care nu ii cunosc, intr-un acces de sinceritate care m-a speriat. O data pentru ca a existat si in al doilea rand pentru ca a fost atat de bine mascat.
piesa a iesit neasteptat de bine. a fost o saptamana odioasa, pentru ca nu mi-am inchipuit niciodata ca as avea trac. the mere thought that i would be getting up and acting in front of 150 people in club a made my stomach churn and all my lines stuck fast to the roof of my mouth. "i... i... i forgot what to say" - "it's improv theater, BAKA!". things turned out to be not that bad, though for all my love of the lime light, it's hard to decide what i liked best: to fuss around the stage and its actors, taking pictures, or to actually BE on stage. the former, i dare say even now, especially now... but i can't really be bothered to say :)
Fir-ar a naibii de kuso, ca acum imi incarca vitzenia asta pozele. grrrr... nvm, better late than never (said she through gritted teeth)
next day, du-te vino and kumm in concert. nu m-am mai simtit niciodata asa de bine la un concert, PE BUNE!!! *_*
mayhaps it was them, their best concert. but i think it was just me, not caring and letting go. and dancing and yelling, like there was no tomorrow. it kinda wasn't... depends what viewpoint you choose to take...
next week: birthday. next week?! heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp!!!