Exhausted. To the max.

Hi guys.

I've just come back from musical rehearsal, all tired and stuff. My eyelids are drooping like crazy and I've been yawning continuously for the past three minutes. But I was nice enough to stay up and write for my fans.

Kidding. What fans?

Anyway, I'm really glad that I got to be a part of this production that my church is doing, even if I got a small part. It's always been one of my dreams to be able to perform onstage, in front of thousands. This is so far the closest I've had to that.

I'll be dancing to a Hairspray song, with eleven other people whom I have met just recently. They're all fun and pretty awesome, real friendly and all that.

Dance rehearsals, which are held twice a week, are a joy. I look forward to them every day, even though I know for sure that I'd be coming home starving, physically drained and sleepy. My legs would be wobbling and my eyes would be half-closed (as it is right now). But I'd feel a certain sense of wholeness, since I'd just spent at least 2 hours with people whom I have just befriended. Every day -- and this might sound really weird, but I get to say what I want -- I get more and more excited to meet these new friends again for another rehearsal.

All in all, I'm really excited and nervous for the premiere show this October, and I'm really glad that I had the chance to be part of this production. I might not be able to dance well, but I really hope this musical would touch people's life and be an inspiration to them.

And the show will turn out awesome, then all glory will go to God. Yay! :)

Already half asleep,
Jessica.