Well, I graduated. As I am a true thespian, you can imagine the wide range of feelings that were emoted this weekend. Screaming in the middle of bars, sobbing into the sleeve of a purple robe...you name it, I felt it. And the paparazzi were going wild to document my downfall.
I have a degree. I'm still not exactly sure what that means. I also have a "Musical Theatre Certificate" which was superbly created on Microsoft Word and signed with what I guess to be a blue fine-tip washable crayola marker...perhaps cerulean if it was from a 24-pack.
Let me tell you, my ass could not pack up and get out of NU any faster. I could feel the increased competition and panic as we were no longer classmates but colleagues sprinting towards Broadway and tripping each other at dance calls. We convinced each other "That was a GREAT picture" when we knew your eyes were closed and you looked completely smashed and we will probably e-mail it to every casting director in New York. So I placed my two pieces of HP high-quality printer paper into my purple pleather folder and sped away.
So now I write to you from my childhood home (that's what they'll call it on my E! THS so I should too).
and I miss it. I admit it...I miss Northwestern University and misleadingly ghetto Evanston, IL. But most of all, I miss the people. I miss those talented two-faced tramps with their uncontrolled vibrato and dropped gestures. I miss watching them sing songs completely inappropriate for their age range and character type and lacking solid focal points during their monologues...
because you were great. You were all truly superb and I am honored to be your peer...and you really did look great in the photo.
but I'm not posting it on Facebook because I didn't.
So cheers to you future stars of New York, and LA...and whatever kind of fame you can achieve in Chicago too...
I'll see you on the red carpet,
TJB: Making It
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