West Side Story brings tears to my eyes

I told you when I first started out that it would be hard for me to keep a blog running. Perhaps it's because of the lack of blog insperation, or maybe it's becuase of the lack of interesting people in my life...lmao...I'm just kidding. I love you all. *muah*

Alright, I suppose I'll go in to detail about the play my drama class put on. West Side Story. God, it was marvelous. The heat of the spotlights, the 100 piece orcastra, the props which brought you into the 1950s themselves and the acting that would even make Scrooge and the Grinch go into a locked embrace with each other...perhaps I'm exagerating a little bit. A few of the light got burnt out before the accual day of production, the sound system was at one point a tape deck with a microphone shoved at one of the speakers full blast, and the props, though our school may seem ghetto, the desks are not from the 1950s, nor do the backgounds have "Maria's Room" or "Bridal Shop" painted in large back letters in reality. The acting/singing may have been slurred by different people's accents and lack of projecting and lack of annuciating, but the acting was accually quite good. I am so proud of everyone! All my classmates! As I manually opened the curtain with my bare hands as the cast as taking a bow, I whipped away a tear. Such a feeling cannot be described by mere words. It's a feeling of a sense of pride, accomplishment and pure...well...love for your friends.