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We all suffered nerves of some severity when we first started whatever it is that we do for a living. Whether it's acting, singing, dancing, you name it, we all were nervous. And I'm sure to this day, some of us still get nervous. I know for a fact that I do. I can't breathe, my mouth becomes dry, I feel lightheaded and dizzy, and when I attempt to talk, it sounds as if I'm in need of an exorcism. Yes folks, you read correctly. I get nervous. It's not like it's a bad thing. People shouldn't be afraid to admit when they're nervous. Nobody is perfect, so we all worry as to whether or not we're going to screw up our lines, or make a stage-dive into the audience and have nobody catch you. And those of us who are actors, worry about how our film or show is going to do with the audience. Is it going to be a flop? Or is it going to be something that is going to make our names even bigger? The same goes for a singer or a band when they release an album or a song. Will it be one of those hits that is played over and over again on the radio for years to come, or will they simply disappear out of the spotlight because their song, well, sucked?
People are most often afraid to admit how they feel. Whether they're nervous, scared, upset, etc, they're scared. Some people however, will spill their hearts out to you. They'll tell you everything they're feeling, even if you don't care. Personally, I'm not that kind of person. I won't tell you everything that's going on in my mind, but I will tell you some of it. And when I'm nervous, you will definitely know. I never hide that.
I've been meaning to make a trip out to the East coast sometime soon, but haven't found the time. The Legend of Zorro will be hitting theaters shortly, so I already know I'll be quite busy with that. Not to mention we've got about 20,000 new houses to furnish and what not. Okay, not quite that many, but you get the general idea. I'd love to put those homes to good use, and let those that are less fortunate live in them, instead of Michael and myself. It's a thought that I've been considering for quite some time, but it'll all depend on how quickly we can get them ready. And by the looks of both of our schedules, it won't be anytime soon.
My birthday is next Sunday. What I would love for a present is to see Michael show up around here. As for what he wants for his birthday, well, we won't go there.
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