I’m no longer Maria in our class play.

And although a few days back, it would have been the most embarrassing thing that would happen to me, it isn’t anymore. I guess I’m not cut in for acting. Or maybe I’m destined for greater things. Maybe.

It kinda stings though, seeing as how you weren’t good enough as a first choice. But decisions have to be made and sometimes, dreams have to be set aside for the better good.

My role is now the girlfriend of the Jets’ ring leader. Which means a solo. A dance solo. Eep.

Moving on with my life, I’m not bothered by the fact that I may be indirectly insulted have been replaced with a classmate. I’m too happy for that kind of nonsense. I’ve been in good spirits lately since my friends and I are becoming regular cosplayers.

I’m still quite sheepish about the whole cosplay thing. I don’t really like talking about it, and I don’t like posting or seeing photos of me in costume unless everyone in my group does. Cosplay is quite…geeky and most people don’t really see the beauty of it except for the ‘future model’ part. :l

The common reaction people get when they hear the word ‘regular cosplayer’ is usually negative. Most comment about the costliness. I have to agree with this. Then again, cosplay gives this certain kind of feeling acting or simple costume wearing does. I can’t really describe it, but cosplay, in a way, gives me a thrill. And sometimes, that thrill is the only drive that makes you happy. Most people don’t understand that thrill, that goes along with figurine or merchandise collecting.

I have a feeling this is a significant day in my life. I don’t know why. I just do.