Luckily it's just my physical voice, not my writing voice. Due to the decided lack of writing classes this semester, this voice is here to stay, my friend.
As to the other half of the title, I'd like to clarify the first item on the april agenda. Not that anyone else can be absent without excuse or explanation, but such is my lot. Sigh. I was supporting my friend who was in The Rainmaker tonight. The facts that he is very attractive, loves Shakespeare, and took me to dinner a few weeks ago is irrelevant.
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Irrelevant to what? Hampsters? Moldy cheese? Tibetan Monks?
Wow. A sudden mass response to a rather weak post. Plus an sobbing emoticon. Thanks HMP.
Anyway, here's a happy story, or "what this post shoulda said" by me.
After the play, I refused to storm the stage a la everyone else in the theatre. It was small scale and I knew he'd eventually come out. What I didn't know was that I wasn't his only groupie there that night. Two chicks who were in Shrew with him were there and prepared with hugs and much jumping up and down. So I waited. And he saw me. He smiled. He walked up the stairs (it was in the Nelke). I said, "Hey Hansome." He laughed. We talked for a minute or two. And then he said, "You know, you don't have to keeping using your sexy voice."
At which point I explained that I was actually losing my voice.
Cheers.
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