...about a thousand kisses shy...

weird.. I AM a thousand kisses shy!.... OF HAVING A NORMAL TEENAGE LIFE! but who wants just normal?? I dont want normal, I want exciting! Bold! Edgy! but then again... I'm a theater freak, and in my high school that means I'm eccentric. I dunno about that though, because there are some very boring shy people working the sound booth. hah ( just kidding Ben, Jake. You guys rock.) Its just so sad when you look to your theater friends and family (one and the same) for comfort, and relationships. What if he rejects me, I thought, I would be torn. Ripped and faded like my tech jeans. I wear them on weekends when we probably do most of the grunt work... or when i'm working the light booth, because no one cares what you look like up there anyway.
 No one knows you're up there. They forget about you.
Now that I think about it, those are my favorite pair of jeans. Sure they've thinned out through the years of stage work, but they fit better each time I wear them. And they're like a scrapbook of memories from shows which would have been forgotten, had i not been reminded about the yellow paint from the apartment set, or the torn pockets from holding de-construction tools.
The jeans help me tear down in three hours, what they helped my build in three weeks. And not only that, they've kept some of the dust from it- pocketed away for me, to remind me the next time I build, Hey you've done this before remember? Showboat? It was a fun stage, and you remember the songs still. right? In the other pocket, ticket stubs, that i helped collect opening night from scrooge. Remember the make-up for those ghosts? I look at my thigh, where i had wiped my hands after applying make-up to the three ghosts and had discolored hands. And this tear down here, from when you got caught on the stairs during the opening of Annie... I hated those stairs.
But never I'll forget this one, back pocket, one of the 'Pick-A-Little Ladies' had attacked me with a sharpie, and drew on it, a music note.
Hey that does remind me...

Ding dong ding, I can hear the chappel bell chime...