Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to

So..
Play rehearsals are going well.
I'm memorized.
Other than Mary-Kate I'm the only one, so I'm feelin' pretty good about that.
Unfortunately, there's just a lot of negative commentary that goes on from the production staff.

I don't know.....
I know that we have to get notes in order to make the show better, and I absolutely don't mind getting notes.
Notes are helpful.
I love them.

What kind of gets me down though is when we don't get positive notes along with the critical ones.
It would be nice to hear something positive every once in a while.
I don't mean all the time, I don't mean that we should all be lathered with praise.
I just mean that maybe once a week or something, it wouldn't kill anyone to say, "Good job."
Not even once a week!
Just.........Ever would be nice.

*sigh*
Oh well.
I'll pick myself up tonight and be ready to go again tomorrow.
That's just how I'm feelin' right now.
A little discouraged.


'Don't Rain on My Parade' from Funny Girl

Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter.
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter.
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade!
Don't tell me not to fly, I simply got to.
If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you!
Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade?

I'll march my band out,
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out,
your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it,
hat, sir I guess I didn't make it

But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose of life's complexion
The Cinderella or the shiney apple of its eye...
I gotta fly once! I gotta try once!
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you see,
I gotta have my bite, sir.

Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a "comer".
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer!
Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade!

I'm gonna live and live NOW!
Get what I want, I know how!
One roll for the whole shebang!
One throw that bell will go clang,
Eye on the target and wham,
One shot, one gun shot and bam!
Hey, Mr. Zigfield, here I am!

I'll march my band out,
I will beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
your turn at bat, sir,
At least I didn't fake it,
hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it

Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a "comer".
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer!

Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!