every day a different picture. a different reel. a different discovery of the world around me.
Sunday, 8 July 2012
Me and my posse of ladies on opening night. And oh yeah, the handsome Conrad Boyce.
Sometimes, when my stomach is wrought with nerves and butterflies, I wonder why I insist on throwing myself up on stage over and over. And then I step up and face the audience and I remember. Cause there is nothing else like it. Nothing.