Bachelor, and guidelines.

Okay, well I know you're probably fed up from hearing all about it by now, but being a blogger who wants to be noticed, I'm gonna give you the facts on the Bachelor.
• Jason is a complete and utter jerk.
• If you're nosy you can look up the emails sent between him and Melissa if you just google it, she said herself on Ellen that they were for real.
• I knew from the beginning there was something I really didn't like about Molly. And now I know why. So I guess I'm a good people-reader?
So if you have no clue what I'm talking about, then don't worry about it. You don't want to know. Now let's talk about my life! *cheers*
• I've said it a thousand times before, and I'll say it again: If people listened to me, bad things wouldn't happen. (usually, anyways. If ever you listen to me and something bad happens.. remember that nobody is perfect except Jesus!)
• People, especially girls, gossip way too much. No matter how harmless you think it is, please stop. It's so much worse than you can imagine if you haven't experienced the victim side of it.
• ♫I don't wanna be a hypocrite, 'cause they're not hip with it. I just wanna be a sheep.

Call Backs

So yesterday were the auditions for a production of Beauty and the Beast. I only had to sing a sixty second solo (say that three times fast) and do some spins and kicks and a dance in front of the judges before they announced who were to stay for call backs. Well, my solo went great. Well, it wasn't the best, but I did pretty good, I guess. One of the judges said, "I could probably hear you if you went out to the park! You were actually loud." And I was reassured that that comment was positive, haha, but I wasn't so sure. Anyway, the spins? They were okay. I'm just lucky not to have seriously injured someone. The kicks were awful, I'm sure. But I understood the dance enough to help some other people with it, which has led me to be excruciatingly sore today. I can't even go down the stairs without yelping. Of course, that's to be expected when you don't normally jump in and out of squats three hundred times an hour.
So there we were, waiting for them to announce call backs. We'd been there all day. She was reading the numbers fast, but not fast enough. I was number 91, and my hands were sweating with anxiety. "80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 88, 89, 90, 91.." she called it. I got a call back! Woot! Uh-oh. That meant I had to do a cold reading of the script for a random part. I had been fine all day, but then the butterflies came. Only half-way, thankfully.
After a long time of seeing the same scene rehearsed, she called me up. Then she sent the rest back, and I was alone. I hoped desperately not to do something on my own. Then a few people started chanting, "Rachel, Rachel, Rachel..." Like, I'm so sure. Why try and make me blush before I've even done anything? Then she called up several more girls. She told us we were to sing "Home" which is performed by Belle in the play. I scolded myself for not listening to the soundtrack to the musical that Mom had gotten me beforehand. I didn't know the song. So I tried hard to listen to the others sing it before me, and to remember it. But I kept mixing it up with another song, and I sang several wrong notes when it came to my turn. I totally blew it! Ugh. And it was in front of EVERYONE.
Then she dismissed me without even having to do a cold reading, so I don't know what that means. But the worst part is- I have to wait THREE WEEKS to find out which part(s) I am to have! Oh dear me, I might die.
On another note, I performed a terribly stupid song I wrote on the guitar for an audience of several stuffed Care Bears and Elephants, and one of them kindly recorded it for me on my camera, so I might somehow post that on here tomorrow. Then you can hear how wonderful my hideous singing is.. Maybe I should turn this into a Sing-Along-Blog! Wouldn't that be fun? Vote in the poll =D even if you don't actually exist. Because no one reads my blog anyway,....... so why not do whatever I want with it?