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Aug. 12th, 2003 03:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
newdaydawning79I have no idea where this came from...my brain sometimes has a mind of its own...
You always said I could do anything.
When I started auditioning for movie roles, you were the one right there, willing to run lines with me or be my captive audience. You soothed my nerves the night before, telling me how great I was and how I was going to knock them dead. Then you’d take me out for beers afterward and convince me that I didn’t do as bad as I thought, and that I’d get a callback in no time flat.
And when I was absolutely terrified to meet with the producers of Rent, you were the one that told me that I could do it, that I’d be great and how lucky they’d be to have me. And you were the one who kept coming to the shows long after all the other guys stopped, telling me how proud you were of me and that now that I’d conquered Broadway, there was nothing I couldn’t do.
You somehow always made me believe, if just for a moment, that you were right. Anything was within reach in your eyes, and if I just kept trying, sooner or later I’d see it for myself.
I knew when I hit the danger point. I was always looking toward you for approval, for that word of encouragement to keep me going. By then it was too late. I knew what I needed to do, but I was completely helpless to do it.
You always said I could do anything. But deep down we both know, the one thing I can’t do is walk away from you.
But I know I have to try.
You always said I could do anything.
When I started auditioning for movie roles, you were the one right there, willing to run lines with me or be my captive audience. You soothed my nerves the night before, telling me how great I was and how I was going to knock them dead. Then you’d take me out for beers afterward and convince me that I didn’t do as bad as I thought, and that I’d get a callback in no time flat.
And when I was absolutely terrified to meet with the producers of Rent, you were the one that told me that I could do it, that I’d be great and how lucky they’d be to have me. And you were the one who kept coming to the shows long after all the other guys stopped, telling me how proud you were of me and that now that I’d conquered Broadway, there was nothing I couldn’t do.
You somehow always made me believe, if just for a moment, that you were right. Anything was within reach in your eyes, and if I just kept trying, sooner or later I’d see it for myself.
I knew when I hit the danger point. I was always looking toward you for approval, for that word of encouragement to keep me going. By then it was too late. I knew what I needed to do, but I was completely helpless to do it.
You always said I could do anything. But deep down we both know, the one thing I can’t do is walk away from you.
But I know I have to try.
