Yahtzee

I can’t believe time flies by so quickly. This is the last week of the show that I’m in. 3 weeks sure comes and goes. I had a wonderful experience and I may do it again. I met a lot of people whom I hope to keep in touch with.

In other news I finally received copies of my first novel Braver Than Yesterday, which can be found on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. I’m hoping to have a book signing or possibly selling them in a local bookstore. So please if you haven’t checked it out yet please do so. Also my Facebook page under Melissa Rose Bushey. I’m actually thinking about changing my pen name to Missy Rose. What do you think about that? Is that weird? It’s just a thought. I feel like Melissa Rose Bushey is just too formal. I feel like I need to break it down.

I hope everyone is having a wonderful Wednesday and my heart and prayers go out to the families of the Manchester victims. It’s simply terrible what is going on in this world. All you need is Love!! Take care of each other! Much love!

M.

 

Rehearsal Day

Yesterday was my first rehearsal for the show. It was an experience. We pulled up and parked the car and walked up to the studio and opened the door. The heat whipped me right in the face. I swear it had to be like 95 degrees in the green room and we were forced to stay there for a good 15 mins along with a group of about 30 people. I thought I was going to die. Finally the door opened to the rehearsal room and we all piled in and this room was much cooler (thank God). Every chair was lined up in rows and that was for the ensemble. The chairs in the middle which were shaped like a square, were for the main actors. Our chairs all had folders on them with our names on them so we took a seat and waited for whatever was going to happen next. The director came out and said to us “you need to move your chairs so you can form around the actors” and so we did. After that was finished we sat down and we had to go around the room and introduce ourselves. Then the readings began, now I forgot to mention the asst. director came up to us and assigned some of us parts for the play just for temporary. So we’re sitting there listening to the actors do their lines and they are wonderful. Their accents are spot on and it seemed like they were doing this forever.

An hour flew by and we took a break. We were told to go over to the actual theater which was literally a skip, hop, and a jump. We arrived and there are a lot of people there. There was the cast, the people who run the whole thing and people off the street that dedicate their lives to seeing the shows and meeting the cast. They call this the meet and greet and it was very interesting. I didn’t even know that these things exist. I’m talking to people and it’s enjoyable, I have a glass of wine which made it a little more enjoyable. Then all of a sudden they tell us to go inside the theater and take a seat. The director says a few words and then we’re told to stand up and stand in front of the stage. We had to introduce ourselves to everyone which I was little nervous about but I managed. We did a Q & A session where the crowd could ask questions. 10 minutes later we went back to the rehearsal studio and sat down reading the rest of the script. I’m waiting for my turn to speak and the part never comes. I’m thinking what the hell, I thought they gave us a part. But no nothing of the sort. I was kind of pissed because I sat there for all that time and nothing. I wasn’t expecting a huge part or anything but it was almost like what am I even doing here then. It felt kind of pointless. I guess I’ll find out what happens tonight. We actually have to meet with a dialect coach because we have to learn a British accent. Don’t worry tomorrow I will continue and tell you the details of this experience. I really want to share with all of you.

9 o’clock finally came and we were allowed to depart. I was happy to finally getting out of there, I think I was freaking out all the way home to my mom. Today I’m trying to remain positive and that this will last only for 6 weeks. I have to keep that in mind. It’s just taking a lot of time. Which means no yoga, working out, cleaning my house, etc. I feel like life is put on hold for now until this is over. My writing is even put on hold which I hate to even think about it. It just gives me so much pleasure but in between work and rehearsals I don’t have the time. Anyways I will talk to you all tomorrow about tonight’s adventure.

M.

Time..

Time. Where did it go? It feels like not long ago I was just a little girl playing outside with rocks, yes rocks. That sounds strange now that I’m writing it hahaha. This was way back before cell phones and all that social media stuff. But I really would like to know where time went. When I was a kid I just wanted to be an adult and now that I’m an adult I wish I were a kid. It’s strange when I think of things like that. Time just goes so quickly, you’re here today but you can be gone tomorrow. You never know when your time is up.

It took me 30 years to know what I wanted to do with my time. I want to write! When I was a kid I wrote all kinds of short stories, crazy ones. I think back to then and realized I did have a creative mind but I never really thought about it then. I wanted to be a teacher when I was about 8 but then as I got older that wore off and then I wanted to be a nurse. Eventually that dream just fizzled out and now after I finished my first novel, I sit here and I know that is what I was meant to do, I wanted to be a novelist. Writing is like my outlet and it helps me with my anxieties with what I face everyday, which I won’t get into. I read so many books, I love it. I know not many people like to read anymore but for me it’s something that helps me escape everyday life. You fall in love with characters and you visit places you’ve never been before. You experience what they experience and you feel what they feel. I love the when I get lost in a book and hours go by and it’s over. But then you pick it up again or get another book and you start all over again.

So can time heals things? I guess you never really heal from things, you just get over them.

Have a wonderful weekend everyone!

M.