Now my parents know I'm awesome.

So, for the past few months, I've been taking acting classes at ... well, I'm not really sure what at. We have a local area theatre, and in residence there is an art school, and ... well, anyway, it's in there. The class I was taking was "Building A Character" and it's all about, well, like it said. Next week I'm going to be receiving more practical, biz-related instruction.

Well anyway, tonight our classes had a showcase where we performed the scenes and monologues that we'd been working on. Not everyone did a monologue. Just though who rocked. *clears throat* I got to play a 45-year-old South African man, and a 15-year-old girl. And no, I was not doing anything by Caryl Churchill. The evening was attended by friends and family of the participants, some interested professionals, and about a dozen teenagers from Iceland. My life is sometimes very strange. It got real blonde up in the theatre, is all I'm saying. Which worked out great, because my teenage costume included a shirt that reads, "Trust me, I'm a brunette."

The upshot of all this is that this is the first time my parents (both of them, and they sat next to each other all night, because they are freaks) have seen me perform on stage. Well, since middle school, at any rate. And given that I was extremely awesome (don't worry, I'm modest when company's around) they will probably both stop worrying that I may actually suck at my chosen path. Hey, you never know! Instead, now my mother can mother out about how people should be recognizing my talent. I daren't hope that it has any affect on my father.

I had a wonderful time. I really wish I could do this all the time. Someday someday someday! However, I am kicking myself that I forgot a good chunk of dialogue from my scene. I know, I know, everyone tells me that the audience didn't notice, so it doesn't matter, but that's not the point. The point is that I'm pissed off because it was my favorite part. I got to wax rhapsodical about chicken.