by Roonil Wazlib » Fri May 29, 2015 8:50 am
Dear Diary,
THE SET IS UP. I repeat, THE SET IS UP. Tonight is our first rehearsal with everything- all the props, the sets, and full makeup! And all the costumes are finished! That's kind of an inconvenience, because for the jitterbug I have to wear the glittery black and purple thing with huge wings, which are hard to dance in. Plus, Eric is no dancer either so we got put at the back. That fine with us, though because there's less of a chance of being embarrassed in the back.
Anyways, the set is like the most amazing thing ever! Since the flying contraption is up, I GOT TO GO IN MY BUBBLE TODAY!!! I stood on this little platform (with an awful harness on, but I suppose it's necessary) and they lifted me up and it was SO COOL. I couldn't stop smiling. And my dress just makes it even better! Eric keeps touching the skirt and getting glitter all over himself (it's really adorable). Except of course he then gets it all over me- I have like a second skin of glitter by now. It's great. Tomorrow, we OPEN. We have a school preview thing and then opening night!! My stupid brother in law is coming, but oh well. I'm sure he'll complain about it. LAst time he was here he complained about everything from the weather to the chip in his coffee mug. I have no idea what my sister sees in him.
Also, Marge is coming!! I haven't seen her in a year, I'm so excited. Everything great, for once! Except Jason is being really awkward, but that's his problem. He can't expect every girl to like him.
Later
I spoke too soon diary. My throat started to scratch this afternoon and now it's like a full on sore throat. I can hardly even talk, and we have our opening night tomorrow! What if she replaces me with Lily?!? Sorry, I'm being overdramatic but the one thing that goes right and now it's going all wrong. I've had like 20 cough drops and Eric made me some chicken soup (sweetheart!). Eric's also freaking out, possibly even more than me. I've gotten like 15 texts telling me to not talk at all, even though he's sitting right next to me. He insists on texting me so I don't make my throat worse. Okay, I've got to go. My mom is calling us to dinner. See you tomorrow, when I'll hopefully be better!
-Pidge Parson