I took down a post that was here, not that anyone would miss it. In its place I'm writing about something more exciting. When I read, I really read.. generally I end up reading the book in a day because I can never put it down. Today I read 'til the fat girl sings, From an Overweight Nobody to a Broadway Somebody -A Memoir, by Sharon Wheatley. People, it is inspirational and worth the price of admission. I paid $14.95 at Borders for it, but apparently it's even less at Border's website [now part of Amazon.] You pay at least 5 times as much to see a Broadway show, and you can pay this little fee to peer into the life of a Broadway performer. The book did have high expectations, as it was highly recommend to me. It did not disappoint. I feel that I have just a tiny bit more insight into the crazy business I want to get myself into. I also feel enlightened to the story of a fellow human being, which always makes me feel more in touch with this crazy world, and with myself. I realize I have a lot of soul searching to do, and much more of myself to find in these next precious few years. It seems as if my college journey has been far too long, but I'm learning that things truly do happen for a reason and I've needed every minute to continue learning about Andy Fontaine. Will I ever be able to make the kinds of decisions required of me? How far am I willing to go? There's lots to consider. And may I say, that there is nothing better than being forced into investigating the inner workings of yourself. We need to grow - we need to change. We also need to find our flaws, learn to deal with them, unlearn it, relearn it, and someday finally accept them.

A quote, which rings true with me:
"That night, as the house lights dimmed, I sat on the edge of my seat listening to the orchestra play the overture. It sounded so different from my recording, so crisp and exciting, that I felt the hair on my arms stand up. When the curtain went up, and I saw those real-life-kids just like me on that stage, I started to cry-and I didn't stop until the show was over and we were in the car on the way home. It was the most complicated emotion I had ever felt-a mixture of awe, love, magic, longing, and good old-fashioned jealousy. If a person could actually turn green from envy, a hysterical, pudgy, freckled nine-year-old, the color of the Wicked Witch of the West, would have occupied my seat at Oliver that night.
I've heard that show-biz people have it in their blood, and I am here to tell you that during that performance of Oliver, I got a complete show-biz blood transfusion. I cried myself to sleep that night, furious at the injustice of a life that had made me a mere audience member. Never again, I vowed to myself. From that day forward, I was an actress."

This book will make you think. Let it.