I hope never to forget these lines that I've heard, over and over again in my 4 years:
You can move mountains, you're a Theatre Club girl.
Out of sight, out of mind.
If you can hear yourself, the audience can hear you.
Sec4s, I hate to tell you this... But it's your last show.
Suffer for your art and your art will take care of you.
We are good.
You can hate me, I don't care, but don't hate the one thing that brought us together, Theatre.
BACK IT UP!I want to drink warm water laced with lemon.
To be able to feel that bitter drink enter my lipsticked lips, go down my throat, and then I will know,
I am ready to go.
It'll be crazy counting the number of things I remember about Theatre.
But one thing I hate about myself is how easily I forget. How I could allow myself to forget Theatre, the CCA that has changed me to become who I am today.
Just December I was insisting to my peers we create our own alumni and meet up regularly to do our own show. Everyone protested. We'll all be too busy with JC life, they said. Rubbish! I told them as long as we bothered to make the effort we could manage theatre in our lives.
And I was the one who never had the time. I will change that!
PQ "Hey Xuehui I miss all of you let's have a Theatre gathering before Promos!"
Xue "Okay, you organise!"
PQ "No I am the President my job is to delegate stuff- you are the Public Relations please do a good job! Organise an outing!"
I am such a lazy pig. But I am now excited because I can anticipate meeting my dears on Thursday.
Meeting the people I know by heart, the people who have overcome the odds to make Theatre the big thing in Nanyang it is today, and the people who I not just know by name but by the character they play.
Floozy! Xiang! Xue! Ah lian! Michelle! Janice! Jo! Gab!
I miss you.
