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Post by pfieffer on Jan 4, 2010 0:59:36 GMT -5
Damian is not in Celtic Thunder in this Story. ps it is a journal.
January 1 2009- The first day of New year. Great things are supposed to happen ya know. Well this would not be one of those great things. A girl I had known almost my whole life was moving. Moving out of Derry, our of Ireland. She is is moving to Houston Texas, in America. Do you realize how far away that is. Let me start at the beginning, it happened the day before we were let of for Christmas break. "She walked up to me in the hallway. I was getting my books out of my locker. She was heading to math and I to history. 'Hey Damian.' 'Hi Becca.' I had a bad feeling about this. I mean we were friends but she never said hey Damian unless, she had bad news. 'I need to talk to you,' She paused. 'At lunch.' Lunch was in two periods. I would have to sit through two hours of history, the most boring class ever. I did not know how I was going to do this. Considering history already went slow. Walking into class, and sitting at my desk, my teacher closed the door. We were learning about the monarchs of France, England and Spain and how they all connected. Nothing could be more boring than two hours of monarchs. Those two periods lasted longer than two hours I will bet money on it. Finally class let out. I took a big breath, put my books up, got my lunch and almost sprinted to the cafeteria. Then I saw her, her gray blue eyes looking for me. Her ginger hair that reached her mid back swished back and forth. She was so pretty" But that does not mean I am in love with her or anything I am entitled to my opinion on girls, and she just happens to be very cute. Back to the story that devastated my life. "Damian." She called out. I waved, and she came up. She sat across from me. "I have some news." Her smile dropped and so did mine, "What kind of news?" I asked. "Well, it's not good." She tried to laugh, but her attempts at humor did not work. "Well just tell me." I tried not to show I was angry, but I knew my eyes would tell her. I knew they were starting to water out of frustration and anger, and possibly sadness. "I am moving." She explained simply. I pounded my fist on the table, making her jump. "Why." Anger was over taking me, but I tried to stay calm. "Look, my dad got a new job, and well we have to." "When?" I could only answer with one word. I was angry. "December 29." She was shrinking, getting shy. I knew tears were going to start coming. "I am going to miss you." She placed her hand on the table, and I put my hand in hers. "We will keep in touch. I will write, email, and call, as long as you do the same." "I will." When I answered her, she got up and left. I ate my lunch in silence." I hate thinking about that day. Today I got my first letter from her. It read, "Dear Damian, We are still getting settled. I hope everything is going great back in Derry. Texas is hot, even in winter. The weather is so different. I miss you. -Becca" Well I miss Becca too. So I decided to write a letter back. Here is what a wrote. I just mailed it. "Dear Becca, I miss you too. Derry is still Derry. But something seems to be missing since you left. Sorry about the crummy weather in Texas. Hope you have fun in your new home. -Damo" Well, I have school tomorrow. That is going to be different without Becca. She was my closest friend. And my favorite class was science, because it was our only class together. Plus physics is just easy. I guess I will soon find out, how school goes with out my best friend there.
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Post by pfieffer on Jan 4, 2010 18:13:38 GMT -5
January 2 2009- Well today, was okay. But I must admit school was not the same. The lunch table was empty. The laughter that usually fills the halls, seemed to have died away, as if Becca was the source of the laughter. Goodness, why do I keep thinking about her. She was friend that was it. I mean I have known since we were little, but that does not mean I liked her. Science was boring, I seemed to have lost my interest in it. Ah what am I saying. I sound like girl. I wrote her another letter today. It read, "Dear Becca, Science was boring, but it usually is. First day of school after the new year. I miss you. You gonna come over for Holidays or anything. Anyways talk to ya later. -Damo" Well, if that doesn't spell desperate I don't know what does. But I swear I do not love her. Well going away from school, I thought I would talk about a dream I had. I knew this journal was a bad idea, it sounds as if I am asking a book if it is okay if I tell it something. It seems like I will thinkn a book thinks I am weird. Why did Becca even suggest we both write journals. Anyways, onto the dream. So it was all mistym slowly it cleared. And I started to run through a green feild, greener than any I had ever sen in Ireland. As I was running I saw Becca. She was just standing there. Her ginger hair swaying in the wind, slowly she turned towards me. She smiled her adorable little smile. I started to sprint. When I came up to hug her, she disapeared like the mist. The feild was all bright. The sun was shinning. As soon as Becca had left, the feild turned brown, everything was dry, the grass crunched under my feet. Everything went black. Strange dream, and I think it is weird that I am dreaming about Becca. Do you think it is weird? Oh here we go, I am asking a book questions again. Beccas has not emailed, texted, called since that last letter. Should I be worried my best friend is not talking to me. I am sounding like a girl again. Maybe I should just stop this journaling thing. Anyways I am tired. Going to bed.
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Post by pfieffer on Jan 6, 2010 20:58:05 GMT -5
January 4, 2009- Alright so their are two reasons why I did not journal yesterday. One was I definately thought this was girly. But that soon changed when I got a letter from Becca. It read, "Dear Damian, School is good. Science is not the same with my brilliant tutor to help me. I have to take these test called the ACT and SAT, they said I would be fine. But it seems weird, although it is only two really long test instead of like seven ya know. Their football team is okay, nothing like ours. And they don't have a coed team, really weird. I am in the process of asking my parents if we can come over for my first holiday. I hope you are still journaling, I am. I miss you. -Becca" Well, that is reason number one why I am still journaling. I got a letter from Becca, and she said she hoped I was journaling, cause she was. That should tell ya I am gonna keep journaling. I think the SAT and ACT are exactly like my big exams. Okay on to reason number, yesterday I was shattered. I had a huge football game. First one of the new year, and it was agains our biggest rivals. But we one thanks to me mate, Riley. He is our goalie and my co-captian. With out his red hair and firey personality I don't think our team would be quite the same. Our first coed game is tomorrow. Basically it is the best players from the girls and guys teams. Becca and I were captains. I wonder who they picked. It is gonna be weird not seeing her on the feild. It was weird not seeing her in the stands for our game. She was definately our best fan. And all the boys loved it. I wrote her a letter yesterday and today. If all else fails I am gonna write her a letter everyday. I promise. I just hope I can remember. I am sure I can. Here is yesterday's letter, "Dear Becca, First game of the year today. It will be a great match. To bad you can't see it. I'll see if I can get a tape and mail it to ya if you want it. Got to go warm up. Miss ya. -Damo" And todays letter, "Dear Becca, We won our biggest match. I think we are gonna win the title. Sorry to hear about no coed team. Coed is gonna be weird with you you being captain with me. I have no idea who they will pick, maybe Jenny. But who ever it is, they wont have your talent. Tell me if you want the tape, cause I got it, well quite a few coppies. You know my mom, she wanted one. I'll tell ya how practice goes tomorrow. Oh and I hope the girls team can get on without their goalie, who happes to be the best goalie in all Ireland. I miss you. -Damo" Well I am worried for football teams, my school takes alot of pride in them. I will see how I feel tomorrow after the game and decide if I am gonna write again. Oh yeah, it is cold. Football was really hard, I mean I am running around in shorts and a t-shirt. All I can say is thank you Lord for the inventor of underarmor. The only thing that keeps me warm. I always get jealous of Riley when it gets so cold, cause he wears the goalie jersey which is long sleeve, and gloves. He must be a bit warmer than the rest of us ya know. Well school is as uneventful as ever, although we have a dance coming up. Can I say trouble, I have know idea who I am going to ask. I will keep you updated. There I go again talking to a book like it is a person. Well I am tired. Going to bed.
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Post by pfieffer on Jan 7, 2010 21:40:35 GMT -5
January 5, 2009- I might be shattered, but I decided to write again today. We had our first coed soccer game of the new year. I was right Jenny was picked as the other captain. She is good but not as good as Becca. We won our match. Well barely, the girls new goalie is not as good as Becca. Riley hurt his wrist half way through, don't worry it is fine now, but we had to use Anna. She is not as good as Becca, she might look like Becca, but she is know where near like Becca. After the game I wrote Becca a letter. "Dear Becca, We won our first coed game. Anna took your place as goalie, she is not as good as you, almost cost us the game. You are probably wondering why she played, well Riley got hurt, but he is totally fine now. I was right Jenny is the other captain, meaning she is probably the captain of the girls team too. Wish them luck. LOL. How are your football games going. Have they realized your amazing talent yet. Oh yeah the school dance is coming any ideas on who I should ask. I am clueless, I know we always helped eachother find dates before, LOL. Oh yeah, it is cold, really cold. Everyone misses you, including me. Have you made any new friends any of them like us Derry guys. Hope you have fun. -Damo" I really do miss Becca. The school play was announced today, I think I might try out. It will be performed in May I think. Anyways it is a really good musical. Maybe I will get a part. I mean I have been told I could sing. You are probably wondering what play it is, who am I kidding your a book. Anyways the play is, Newsies. I have only seen the movie of it. I think I will go out for Racetrack or Spot Conlon, and if I am brave maybe I will go for the lead Jack Kelly. We will see when auditions come, in about two weeks. I need to watch the movie again to refresh my memory of the story line. But I know it is good choice. I mean it is about kids standing up for what they beleive in. I need to work on my New York accent to LOL, since that is where the story takes place. Well I am shattered, gonna go take a shower then head to bed. Till tomorrow, maybe then my life will get interesting.
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Post by pfieffer on Jan 10, 2010 19:58:36 GMT -5
January 7, 2009- Well I didn't journal yesterday, because my mates, decided to make me feel better. I guess I was looking sad or something. I am gonna blame it on my eyes. Curse my big blue eyes. Anyways, we went bowling. I creamed them. Not just a little, I totally squashed them to pieces. Needless to say, they are wishing we did not go bowling. But to get me to go, they kinda kidnapped me. It would have been easier if they asked. But they wanted to make sure I went. My friends are great, but sometimes I question their motives. Well before they kidnapped me, I wrote a letter to Becca. "Dear Becca, I have a feeling the guys are up to something. I think they are going to try and get me out of the house. They keep looking at me and whispering. It has got me worried, they are acting like fifth graders. Hope your life is going well. miss ya, -Damo" Well besides the fact that I went bowling yesterday. It dawned on my that our next dance is girls choice. Oh joy. This worries me, especially since I thought it was guys doing the asking. Cause I was not gonna go. But now, I have a strange feeling someone is going to ask me. I overhear the girls talking, and I swear, I heard girls arguing over me. I just hope only one person asks me. I don't think I could handle saying no. I wrote another letter to Becca, "Dear Becca, Found out that our first dance of the new year is girls choice. I wish you were here to ask me. I have heard girls arguing over me, any advice on what to do. LOL. Miss ya. -Damo" Well, you will be updated on the dance situation. I have half the mind to ask Becca to come over. But I wont, that would be to much of a hassle for her. I hope I get a letter or something from her soon. But don't get the idea that I am in love with her or anything. Like I said we are just really good friends. School tomorrow.
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Post by pfieffer on Jan 18, 2010 20:35:57 GMT -5
January 8, 2009- WHY!?!? That is what I yelled and continue to yell today. Auditions for the play have been moved up. I am now trying out tomorrow. Why does everything want to hate me. Well that means I am singing the song Santa Fe. So I guess I will be trying out for the part of Jack Kelly. Oh help me now. I also heard more girls arguing over me today. I pray for guidance for them. LOL. Wrote yet another letter to Becca, I needed to get my feelings out, the ones about my frustration. "Dear Becca, School play auditions moved up. Don't know if I told you, but I am trying out. I am not to happy about the date change. Anyways, pray that I don't skrew it up. -Damo" Footy has been interesting. Jenny and I do not get along. Plus she is a horrible captain. And that is just coed. Riley had some bad grades and can't play, their goes our shot at the championship. I am so not happy. He better get those grades up. He is co-captain and best goalie we have. Lot's of frustrating things going on right now. I have been just going out in the front yard and kicking the football around, really lets out all my frustration. I crash every night. Things are so hard right now. I hope it changes ya know. Well despite everything going absolutely wrong right now, I am going to bed. Lot's to talk about tomorrow. Oh goodness, help me. Later.
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Post by pfieffer on Jan 23, 2010 17:28:43 GMT -5
January 9, 2009-Let me just start at the beginning. I woke up this morning, feeling today would be a bad day. I forgot I had a math test. Well I am pretty sure that I failed that, then I forgot about a reading quiz. About a book no one should read do to it's mere stupidity. Well I think I did okay on that, at least I actually read the book. School ended then came the stupid auditions. Why did I have to be first. I walked into the cold auditorium. The director, musical director, and the headmaster stared at me coldly. I tried to smile, get some reaction from their stoic faces. No luck. Ah this was all going so badly. Plus the cowboy hat I was wearing was choking me. It was hanging around my neck that hat was against my back. With a deep voice the director said, "Thank you for coming. Pianist, if you please." The Pianist started to play the music. The beginning notes of Santa Fe sounded in my ears. I started to sing, the lyrics came very easily. My mood changed soon I was Jack Kelly. "So that's what they call a family Mother, daughter, father, son Guess that everything you heard about is true So you ain't got any family Well, who said you needed one? Ain't ya glad nobody's waitin' up for you? When I dream On my own I'm alone but I ain't lonely For a dreamer night's the only time of day When the city's finally sleepin' All my thoughts begin to stray And I'm on the train that's bound for Santa Fe And I'm free Like the wind" I opened my arms. "Like I'm gonna live forever It's a feeling time can never take away All I need's a few more dollars And I'm outta here to stay Dreams come true Yes, they do In Santa Fe" I took the hat and placed it on my head. I looked down, then looked back up. "Where does it say you gotta live and die here? Where does it say a guy can't catch a break? Why should you only take what you're given? Why should you spend your whole life livin' Trapped where there ain't no future Even at seventeen Breakin' your back for someone else's sake" I had been walking around, and I hit the wall with my fist. "If the life don't seem to suit ya How 'bout a change of scene? Far from the lousy headlines And the deadlines in between" Music break. The part I was dreading. I slipped the hat off my head. I had been practicing this choreography for a really long time. I did the moves in the movie. I was nervous wreck, but I did not mess up which was important. I knew this music break would be longer than what I had practiced to. I was prepared. The directors had never heard of me, they were trying to scare me. I was wearing a lasso as a belt. When a more country part in the music came I whipped it and did some lasso tricks I had been learning, thanks to Riley. The music slowed, I dropped the lasso, and I placed the hat firmly on my head. I put my arms out again. "Santa Fe Are you there? Do you swear you won't forget me? If I found you would you let me come and stay? I ain't gettin' any younger And before my dyin' day I want space" I took the hat off. "Not just air Let 'em laugh in my face I don't care Save a place I'll be there So that's what they call a family Ain't ya glad you ain't that way? Ain't ya glad you got a dream called Santa Fe?" The song finished for the first time I looked at the three men sitting in front of my. There shock was overwhelming. I smiled. The music director who was also a choir teacher stood up, "Lad why are you not in choir?" He asked. "Choir?" The director, our drama teacher stared, "He should be in my performing arts class." The headmaster winked at me. "It is obvious he is good, but can he do lines?" I went to the front of the stage and grabbed the script he handed me. Oh goodness, that feeling again. I was worried, I did not know if I had mastered the New York accent. I was told the page and I turned to it. I read for the part of Jack, the director read for the part of David. Once again I was Jack Kelly. "No, it's nineteen. It's nineteen, but don't worry about it. It's an honest mistake. I mean, Morris here can't count to twenty with his shoes on. Hey Race, will ya spot me two bits? Another fifty for my friend." I delivered the line with ease, not exactly like Christian Bale but it was good. "I don't want another fifty." The director responded. "Sure you do. Every newsie wants more papes." I convinced. "I don't. I don't want your papes. I don't take charity from anyone. I don't know you. I don't care to. Here are your papes." We skipped over Les' lines, "Yeah, I'm called that and a lot of other things, including Jack Kelly, which is what me mudder called me.what do they call you kid? No kidding. So how old are you Les? Near 10. Well, that's no good. if anyone asks, you're 7. You see, younger sells more papes and if we're gonna be partners, we wanna be the best." I acted like I was talking to a little kid, who was responding to my questions. The director said David's next line, "Wait. Who said anything about being partners?" I responded making the deal, "Well, you owe me 2 bits right? Well, I'll consider that an investment. We sell together, we split 70-30, plus you get the benefit of observing me, no charge." The director laughed, "Ah-ha." I mocked, "Ah-ha." "Thank you." Said the headmaster the scene was over. "You did very well." The director said. "You may leave, and think about joining choir." The musical director stated. "Or drama." The director added. I left. Fudgekins I was late for footy. I ran to the locker rooms changed, and sprinted to the field. I explained why I was late. The boys were laughing. Connor, my cousin swore I had gone soft. Well practice ended. And I came home. I received a letter from Becca. "Dear Damian, I have received a bunch of your letters. It is like your writing every day. I try to write whenever I can. I expect you wont get along with Jenny. She is not that good. Just try to be nice. And as for the girls choice dance, I would be their in a heartbeat. Just be polite when you say no. -Becca" I wrote her back. "Becca, You're right jenny and I don't get along. I will try my best to be polite to both her and the girls who seem to want to ask my to the dance. The auditions went well. And I danced. Well I hope they like me. -Damo" Well the cast is being posted tomorrow. If I was so tired, I would not be able to sleep. Till tomorrow. Only hope I get that part, it kept my mind off... well never mind. Night.
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Post by pfieffer on Feb 4, 2010 0:37:13 GMT -5
January 10, 2009- Well today is a lovely day. At least I think so. This is a fast journal entry for I am writing during class. I probably will write again tonight. Anyways, this is worth saying. I was late to school. Why? Because I was up all not worrying about this musical. I missed half of first period. When I was signing in, the attendance lady congratulated me. I looked at her weird and she just smiled. I walked into class late. I hate doing that, cause everyone stairs at you as you make your way to your desk. I sat down, and a few of me mates congratulated me. Confusing yes. I had no idea why. Then my teacher came up, handed a quiz back to me, and congratulated me. I can tell you he did not congratulate me for my grade on the quiz. I kept on getting congratulations for the next to periods. Then a large broad shouldered rugby player walked up to me, scaring me silly. He told me I was good competition and congratulations. Oh I was so confused. I started think, maybe I got a part in the musical. Their was no way I could be jack, so I was thinking, maybe I got the part of Racetrack. Sadly though, I can't find out. One because I have know clue where the theater department is, and two I don't think I could even find my way their if I knew where it was. Finally I saw the choir director, he congratulated me. I asked how I did. All he said was very well, you will be happy. Oh well that is helpful. What part did I get? Well he did not tell me. Next the drama teacher came up to me. He told me congratulations on the part. I asked him what part I got. He said it's on the list, but you got... he stopped and then told me he had to go. Well fudgekins. I am never gonna find out what part I got. So then I finally decided to find the theater department in my study hall. I had no idea how big our school was. I thought I found saw a piece of paper on the door. And walked up. Yes! It was the cast list. Oh that is the bell. Write later tonight, I am starting to get weird looks from the guys. Later.
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Post by pfieffer on Feb 5, 2010 22:06:35 GMT -5
January 11, 2009- Alright, so I did not have time to write again yesterday, but I had a good reason. I had to go kill all the lads on the football team for making fun of me for trying out. Cause guess what. They are in the play too. Yep. The entire guys football team is in the play. I did write a letter to Becca yesterday though. I wrote it right after class, Well I had to tell her. That I was in the play. "Dear Becca, I got a huge part in the play. Can you believe it. I have solos and everything. I had no idea the directors would love me so much. Just thought you would like to know. -Damo" Well I guess I better say what part I did get. I got Jack Kelly. Never in a million years would I have guessed I would get Jack Kelly. And guess who is playing David, Jack's best friend? Riley. Yep. The guy who made fun of me the most. I did not even know he was in drama. But he told me he had been doing musicals since the age of seven. Why did I not know this about my best friend? I have know clue. He claims he did not want me to make fun of him. Well I wrote another letter to Becca today, because I realized that I forgot to tell her my part. "Dear Becca, Just realized I forgot to tell you my part. I got the roll of Jack Kelly in Newsies. And Riley is in it too. In fact the entire football team is. The one thing I am not to happy about is the person playing Sarah, Jack's love interest. It is Jenny. Wish me luck with that. -Damo" Oh I forgot to mention my Mom knew I was in the play before me. I am so hoping that is not the reason she let me sleep in. Who knows. My life is about to crazy. Play practice, footy practice, and who knows what else. Oh yeah. The dance. Well all me mates have been asked. So right now my luck is good, I can ditch the dance and not worry about a thing. I am not in the mood for a dance anyways. How could I forget. I got a letter from Becca. "Dear Damian, I am getting tons of letters from you. It is great. I would ask you to the dance if I could. Tell me about the outcome of the auditions. I know you know that I loved to sing. But I never told you that I have been in all the school productions. I thought you would make fun of me. I know that sounds silly. And now that I think about it. I wish I did tell you, cause I know you would have supported me. Alot of guys have been asking me out. I don't know why, maybe because of the accent. LOL. Well I turn them all down. I think you know why. Oh well I can't wait to receive more of your letters. -Becca" Well when I read that I thought. She is an actress. I wish I could have seen her in plays. But I have never been to a school play in my life. This is my first one and I am the lead. Ironic isn't it. Then I read the second to last sentence. "I think you know why." What was that supposed to mean. Man I do not want to think about. I need to keep a clear mind at the moment. Well it's late. I am knackered. Night.
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Post by pfieffer on Feb 5, 2010 22:19:17 GMT -5
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Post by pfieffer on Feb 11, 2010 23:13:35 GMT -5
here is my second attempt at this, hope it can be similar to what i first had. Oh and the cast list characters are in bold so they can be red.
January 12, 2009- Well my worst nightmare happened today. I was asked to the dance. Well that does not seem bad, but then the nightmare comes. Cause Jenny asked me. Oh Lord help me not to murder her. I mean on the coed team, we do not play footy matches, nope, we have yelling matches. I am the lead captain and a better player both girls and guys think so. But Jenny can't get it through her head. Anyways, she asked me because she claimed we need to build our chemistry off stage to make it real on stage. Barf. I think she did it to make me mad. I have been told... well Riley jokes, that I look cute when I am mad. Needless to say I am not happy about this. I told me mum, she said just to be nice, my dad said on the day of the dance pretend to be sick. Guess whose advice I am gonna follow, for now. LOL Well after footy we had our first rehearsal today. It was a read through without the songs. I got to practice early, strange considering I was on the feild with half of the cast. Anyways the director told me tomorrow we were going to start running through songs. He told me not to sing to anyone, he wants my voice a surprise. He wants to blow the socks of everyone. And he said he wants everyone to see, why I was cast in this role. He then said just do it like the audition. By then the rest of the guys came in. Plus Jenny, who plays Sarah, Annie, who plays Medda, and Hannah, who plays esther, and Courtney who plays Patrick's mother... lame part I feel bad for her, but she has a wicked solo. The last girl to walk in was Amy, she played various women extras. And those were the only girls in the cast. All of them on the coed soccer team. LOL. The soccer and rugby team made up most of the newsies. Their were also a few guys I did not really no. But they were fooling around on stage. I quickly found out. That three of them were Irish step dancers, and one was a ballet dancer, who accordng to Riley had been the lead in three ballets. Well compared to these four guys I look like hippo trying to the cupid shuffel. I was told they were the dance captains, and the ballet dancer was also the choreographer. Kill me now. LOL. Well all these guys have been in plays before needless to say I think they were surprised by my performance. Well I got home and wrote another letter to Becca. "Dear Becca, We had our first rehearsal today. So much fun. I had no idea you liked to act. If I did I would have been at every performance. Well I was asked to the dance today, by wait for it... Jenny. Kill me now. Why? I have no idea. We always yell at eachother, she claims it is to build our chemistry for the stage. I claim she is trying to get under my skin and make me mad. I told my parents, mum said be nice. Dad said pretend to be sick on the day of the dance. I think I am going to take my dad's advice. LOL. If you can I think it would be cool if you came over to see the play. If not I will send you a DVD. I think you will have great craic watching me dance. Tomorrow I am singing Jack Kelly's solo for the entire cast. I will tell you how that goes and what they think. Miss ya. -Damo" I have a feeling Becca is going to get onto me for taking my dad's advice. Now I don't know if I will take it. I don't think I will, I mean even though I strongly dislike Jenny, it does not seem right to make her night miserable. I thought I should tell you the cast of the show. I will give the character, and who plays them. Then I will tell you what I think. Jack Kelly- Me, I think it is brilliant LOL. David Jacobs- Riley, yep my best friend the one who mocked me for trying out. Racetrack- Ross, on the footy team. The character is a smart alic don't worry ross is too. Spot Conlon- Remember me talking about the captain of the rugby team who almost made me pee my pants. Well he actually is not that tall, but he is intimateing just like this character, perfect match. Oh and his name is Grant. Cruthcy- Erin, crutchy has a crutch and limps around, Erin is a speed demon this ouht to be a challange. Boots- Forrest, well let's just Forrest is as gutsy as his character. Mush- Johnny, he is a prankster, just like his character. Both are not the brightest crayon in the box. Kid Blink- me other best mate, Tanner. Tanner is great with juggling the foot ball. I wonder if he can do with an eye patch the director told him to wear it around school. His date to the dance is gonna be embarassed. Snitch- This is one of the Irish step dancers, his name is Donny. And well he is awesome. He is nothing like his character except for the fact that they both dance like their is no tomorrow. Skittery- This is another one of the Irish step dancers, his name is Eric. Both kind of have an attitude, and can dance, so hey match made in heaven. Bumlets- This is the dance captain and the ballet dancer who also is the choreographer, anyways the dudes, name is Micheal. He plays baseball too. He is really smart. Well he is his character. Swifty- The last irish step dancer. Let's just Andy is the best out of the Irish step dancers next year he is touring with River Dance. Well yet another perfect casting. Jake- Joseph, both kind of punkish, and Joseph is a wicked striker. Itey- Ron, he is a rugby player, and a beast, huge muscles. Snipeshooter- Is a young kid they got his name is Ryan. Well, Ryan is a little "magician" just like the character. Specs- another rugby player, Harry, he is also the smartest kid in school, matches his character perfectly. Snoddy- Micheal, both rude and think they are everything, but at least Micheal and I get along on the field. Skittery- HAHAHA, This is played by Tommy. Well neither are that smart. And tommy frequents pink shirts, think it makes him cooler, at least he will be right at home with his character, who also likes the pink shirt style. Pie Eater- don't worry this character does not eat pies alot, and neither does Gregg great defender. Les Jacobs- Luke Riley's brother. Match made in heaven for Les is David's brother, Luke also looks up to me, like Les does to Jack. Tumbler- A male cheerleader who plays rugby. He is tiny but wicked cool he was pulling flips, which I learned were fulls, like they were cup cakes. Let me say I have never seen muscles as big as his Bryan Denton- Connor, not my cousin, although they are twins I swear. Connor works for the school newspaper, ironic Bryan Denton works for the Sun a newspaper. Joseph Pulitzer- Hardy, the best actor at our school going to NYU next year on full scholarship. Weasle- Blake, both very good with combacks. Oscar Delancy- Paul, very sneaky. Has a twin brother. Morris Delancy- Peter, very sneaky as well his twin is Paul, no really. Teddy Rooselvelt, and Judge Monahan- Mr. Murphy, our history teacher. I think it works. Kloppman- Mr. King, our pretty old physics teacher, he is perfect. Random really small parts- The footy players first- Tony, Anthony, Sherman, Bryan, Neil, Sage. The rugby players next- Lonnie, Russel, Jake, Kyle, Drew. Sarah/nun- Jenny, blech... don't really like the character either. Sarah is David's sister. Jenny as a nun, just think about it HAHAHAHA Medda/nun- Annie, the big singer for the girls, who also has to dance. Did not know Annie could dance. Esther/nun- Hannah, Esther is David's mom. Patrick's mother/Medda's helper- Courtney has a voice. She is also best friends with Annie. I think I covered everyone. Gonna go to bed. Night.
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Post by pfieffer on Mar 2, 2010 23:01:31 GMT -5
January 13, 2009- Today I am gonna start with my letter to Becca. I did not send it. I don't know why but I couldn't. "Dear Becca, When you wrote "I think you know why?" What did you mean by that. I don't want to take it the wrong way. I miss you. -Damo" You see why I could not mail it. Maybe I should just let her tell me. Football was brutal today, we are getting ready for the finals. Coed can just go die, Jenny is being a spoiled brat, and making everyone miserable. Riley told me to dump her. I am not going out with her, but she has been saying that. Let me get one thing straight, I would never in my life go out with Jenny, Becca is more my type. I did not say that you never heard it. What I am saying, you can't hear, just pretend like I never wrote that. Moving on. Rehearsal. I sang my solo. Let's just say I surprised the entire cast. Singing Santa Fe, releaves alot of stress. The director then announced, "And now ladies and gentlemen you know why he was cast as Jack Kelly." Well I know it was not because of my dancing, even the stuff Riley tought me I managed to make look stupid. This was going to be fun, considering their were alot of dance numbers, and being the main character it is kinda important I dance. Well rehearsals ended, and guess what dance rehearsals tomorrow. Oh dear, that will be fun. LOL. Pray that I survive. Anyways I need to finish my homework.
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Post by pfieffer on Mar 8, 2010 22:36:35 GMT -5
January 14, 2009- Ah the lovely art of Dance. Whoever came up with it. I want to kill them. Lets just say my legs have no rythem. I mean I kick the football, but the second music is turned on my legs seem to turn off. And it is not just my legs, my whole body becomes uncordinated. I look like an idiot. Their is a reason I am not invited to the clubs with me mates. Well lets just say, that the dance rehearsal today almost killed me. I don't know why we had to start with the seize the day reprise dance (the hardest dance, well so far). But we did, and lets just say, it is not good when the director is laughing at you. They just started counting, what were they counting, I don't know. I mean they were counting to eight, what happened to the nice number four that most music is written in. Or the number ten, no it has to be number eight. Then they had us do this step and fist pump thing, I got really confused. Oh dear God, please let me be able to learn this dance. Cause right now, I can't even learn the thing, let alone dance it. Riley thought he was struggling then looked at me lost his balance, and fell to the ground he was laughing so hard. The dance captain took one look at me, and now my lunch is to be spent with him working on the dances. The director said he was glad I had a voice to make up for my lack of dance skills, thank you captain obvious. Soccer was brutal. I think Riley might have some bad bruises tomorrow, he took some pretty bad hits. Speaking of bad hits, Jenny decided to take a hit at Becca. Not literally but with words. I wanted to take her hair and strangle her for what she said. Let's just say it was not PG. So coed is not going well, and dad's advice is looking better and better each day. You know the advice to leave her, and have a guys night out on the night of the dance. Well I am pretty sure he did not say guys night out, but you get my point. And now Jenny is getting inside my personal bubble at rehearsals. She is getting all close, and it is not okay. Wrote a letter to Becca, yes I am still doing that. "Dear Becca, Oh God, I wish you were here. Jenny is getting on my nerves, she is getting in my personal space, popping my little bubble, one day I would like to pop her little bubble. LOL. The entire school now knows I can't dance to save my life. Well you knew that and I knew that, but now everyone will know it. Pray that I can learn what they teach me by the time the show goes up. Yeah I think I got worse. LOL. -Damo" Well I think I heard my mom walking around, lets say I would like to stay alive. Going to bed.
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Post by damianrocks on Mar 9, 2010 13:34:48 GMT -5
lol "let's say I would like to stay alive." XD lolz ohhh poor Damo can't dance. heehee his voice more than makes up for it ^_^
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Post by kccupcake on Mar 27, 2010 22:03:08 GMT -5
update soon please!
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