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I Love Carrie



I just finished the three to five minute musical for my theatre class. How thrilling and fulfilling to complete a work, no matter how small or for what purpose. Ah, creation.

It is entitled "Tick-Talk" (An Adult Pop-Up Musical). I enjoyed writing it and look forward to the next few weeks of pairing the lyric concept with music and learning and performing it.

I have been listening to Carrie Underwood like a mad fiend these past few days. She is a musical force of nature that one. And she is exquisite. One lyric of the song "The More Boys I Meet" has enchanted me and made me smile.

And I close my eyes
And I kiss that frog
Each time finding
The more boys I meet the more I love my dog

True indeed. I think I am going to try and work it in a medley in my forthcoming cabaret in March.

I am mushy-brained due to two tests this week, four papers to write, a show to see, a film to watch, a performance to do, etc. Time to hunker down.

I love creating.
I love personification.
I love that I am doing better in school.
I love Carrie. :-)

I will close with a lyric from my musical scene that I find applicable and The Man and Alarm Clock come to this place at the end of their story:

How often we don't see past our nose
A world of poetry we see in prose
Together we will write a new verse and rhyme
To usher in a sunny dawn
Together, keeping perfect time

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Unknown said…
We took you to the fair at least once, possibly more, but the one time I recall is when you and I rode some type of worm thing that wove in and out and up and down so much I nearly fainted. I held on from sheer perseverance and kept whatever it was that I had been eating down because I was afraid something would happen to you. LOL. Now it's a grand memory. There is something magical about the neon lights, rides, and food of the State Fair. Love you, Your Number 1 Fan, Mom
October 20, 2009 at 8:29 AM
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