3 months later…

We’re in tech rehearsal for Dirty Dancing!

Here we are at the Pullo Family Performing Arts Center, on a nice little college campus just south of downtown York, PA.

I’ll be playing Lisa Houseman and singing all those wacky hula lyrics :)

I’m super excited about the show. We’ve got an exciting cast, and the band rocks!

Let the journey begin!

Callback for Dirty Dancing

Well, I guess it went well.

They are having me back tomorrow morning for round 2.

Better review those funky lyrics…

Dirty Dancing Appointment

4:30 tomorrow. Going in for Baby’s big sister, Lisa. She’s so mean!

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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

photographer: Olivia Bee 
location: Walt Disney World 

Sometimes you get a little homesick…

disneyparksphotoproject:

photographer: Olivia Bee

Sometimes you get a little homesick…

Preserving the artist.

I was super blessed by a lovely man named Luke Frazier today. This prodigy and musical genius was gracious enough to give me an hour of his time. We worked on a couple songs. He helped me with some vocal technique and musical phrasing.

I was super encouraged when he reminded me to stay true to who I am as an artist and to what I do best, or rather, develop my abilities in the style where my voice feels at home and comfy. I had brought a big belty song, and he was quite frank with me. He felt that my voice wasn’t particularly suited to the material. It reminded me to be honest with myself about what kind of material I should be focusing on!

Long term, I want to be singing legit soprano material, not screlting my way towards a short lived career and a pair of shredded chords…

#truth

allthingseurope:

Arrazola, Spain (by Ignacio Lizarraga)

Wait, but I wanna go here.

allthingseurope:

Arrazola, Spain (by Ignacio Lizarraga)

Wait, but I wanna go here.

allthingseurope:

Lastres, Spain (by Ignacio Lizarraga)

I love this.

allthingseurope:

Lastres, Spain (by Ignacio Lizarraga)

I love this.

I love NY

A common phrase, but truly, there is nothing like it.

The rush of people in the subway, hurrying into the train car with their cup of coffee from the corner deli. Generally the car is quiet in the morning. People stay in their own little world with headphones in and their head in a book.

This morning, a sweet Puerto Rican woman bravely held the subway car door open for me. I stepped in and got smashed between the two closing doors. (I’m un-phased by this now…. It’s more of a gentle hug from the city that says “good morning!”)

I’m riding downtown for the ECC Dance call for an upcoming production of Grease at Papermill Playhouse. The theatre has a great reputation for quality work (Newsies had its preview there before coming to Broadway).

It was hard getting out of bed this morning. You go to these auditions week after week, and it’s easy to get discouraged or wonder “why, out of 300 other girls who look and dance and sing exactly like me, would they pick me?” I suppose my piece of advice to the young aspiring actor this morning would be, “just keep swimming!”