It feels so unreal, I'm actually leaving! I mean, it almost doesn't feel like I'm going. My bank account's been emptied almost dry with all these silly travellers checks, I have six weeks worth of life packed into a suitcase and a backpack, and I've said goodbye to everyone, but it just doesn't seem real yet.
Regardless, we're going, and after these six weeks, I'll be a changed person. Hey, after six weeks of rehearsals I'm different--imagine what it'll be like to be doing the "real thing."
Ready or not, world, here we come!
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