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Everyone is always telling everyone else to be themselves. But what if being yourself means being other people? If that doesn’t make any sense whatsoever, or even if it makes quite enough sense but you’d like to keep reading thank you very much, please see A1.

No! Not that A1! This A1:

A1.

Welcome to A1.

I am constantly talking in different voices, reciting monologues from the middle of songs whenever it seems necessary (or, more accurately, whenever I feel like it), and am at risk for bursting into song at any given moment. Being myself means playing different characters in everyday life.

This is a phenomenon that I (and many other people as well) refer to as acting.

How I see it, everybody acts all the time. Now, that doesn’t necessarily mean everybody is being constantly fake or over-exaggerated; that’s obviously not true. Think about it, though: do you act (ha) exactly as the little you in your brain does? Do you project every thought, every idea, every secret, every emotion in your head out into the universe? Even when your guard is completely down or when you have a genuine reaction, the contents of your brain does not pour out onto your chrome yellow carpet while you’re watching Netflix. It just doesn’t happen, and if it does, you should probably see a doctor and call a carpet cleaner. 

“Nobody doesn’t dance.” That’s what the choreographer of the musical at my high school told us on the first day that we worked with her. Whether you’re in a professional dance company, take classes for fun, jam out in your bedroom when you’re home alone, or subtly tap your foot along to elevator music, you dance. Even if you think you “don’t dance” (and believe me, I thought I didn’t for a long time), it’s almost inevitable that you do.

I’m fairly new to both acting and dancing in the “taking-classes-and-being-technically-correct” sense, but they’re both things that everyone does, and that anyone can do.

A2.

The past few weeks have been filled with new things. I started a new theatre prep class, two new ballet classes, and a classical jazz dance class. We started rehearsing for the school musical, and I’ve met a bunch of new people and made a bunch of new friends. And now, I’m starting a blog!

Confession: this blog wasn’t born out of my own desire to share my thoughts with a cold and uncaring world (Brownie points if you got that reference).

It’s an assignment for my Honors English class.

Dun,
      dun,
           dun.

(KIDDING!! I love English!! And my awesome-great-fantastic teacher Mr. Parker!!!!

        I do, I really-truly do.)

That said, I’ve been looking forward to this assignment since I heard about it almost a year ago. I’m excited/curious to find out how this blog will change throughout the year and where it will end up.

I was thinking I’d pick a song to go with each blog post, but I don’t know how well that will go, as I’m having trouble even thinking of one song for this one. Maybe I’ll just make a list. Who knows?

Anyway, I’m pumped for this blog.

Night (or morning, depending).

xxxx,

Sam

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