Hi. I'm cassie. And though I've lived here for some time, I still don't understand the world.
if there’s any specific thing that truly embodies the phrase ‘yolo’ it is live theatre on closing nights let me fucking tell you sons of bitches
Truth. My last show as Belle, During Gaston’s number with me I told him to hoist my leg up for one part of the song. Not very kid friendly but all the adults laughed like crazy.
And my last show for Peter Pan, tech crew put on war paint, and when the “bomb” exploded we threw fake fish across the back of Hooks ship to each other.
nothing fucked me up more than hearing the line “now they’re going to bed and my stomach is sick, and it’s all in my head but she’s touching his chest” in mr brightside and REALIZING THAT SICK AND CHEST DON’T RHYME… ….SH E’S NOT TOUCHIGN HIS CHEST…..