God, I hope I get it. I hope I get it.

One of the first musicals I ever fell in love with was A Chorus Line. A story about 17 dancers auditioning for a spot in the chore for a Broadway show in the 1970s, the musical serves almost as a mockumentary of what it’s like to be an aspiring dancer. The cast of characters is full of different backgrounds and stories – some who got boob jobs to suppress their lack of self-esteem, some who … Read MoreGod, I hope I get it. I hope I get it.

Vienna waits for us

My room is covered with photographs. All taken within the past two or so years, each wall is dedicated to a different time in my life.  The pegboard to the right of my bed is jam-packed with scenes from abroad in London, Hallstatt, and Paris. The wall to the left above some storage space is covered in Prague, Salzburg and western England. The corner above my dresser is dedicated to my summer in Washington, D.C. … Read MoreVienna waits for us