Celebrate good times... hadet bra!

Whoa, back to the real world again so soon?
The superstar, diva stuff is history now, I've had my 15 minutes of fame (or, more like three shows three nights in a row) and I've returned to the ordinary, relaxed coffee-drinking reality.
But my cleavage still looks a bit tanned, I can't seem to get all the greasy stage make up off. Shaving foam did the trick for the rest of it, but I guess it will wear off eventually.
OK, I'll try to take this step by step and not jump around so much. Nice, coherent thoughts, none of that stream of consciousness-stuff that makes me sound completely deluded and not to mention ready for a nice straightjacket.

It all started when I noticed a poster for the cabaret at school, saying they needed people. I can sing and I can write, so I thought I'd tag along.
Well, I did, and that was the last anyone saw of me until opening day. Very time consuming, it was, precious. The last two weeks was the worst. I would go to school and straight on to rehearsals and be back home just in time to go to bed.
But at the same time I also had a great time with a great bunch of people, all with their own quirkyness. One of the girls would randomly yell "show your titties!" and bounce around, one of the guys would try to out-do himself in personal details when he got nervous and another guy had a thing for fake hot dogs (I won't explain that further, for your own good).
Opening night was interesting. It's been some years now since I was on a stage (five years to be precise, I'm getting older...), and I wasn't sure everything would go that well, but by the duet I had with another girl, I was just completely relaxed and enjoying myself. I used to be a bundle of nerves on stage back in the days, but somehow this was just entertaining.
It's very satisfying getting all that attention, I think. We all crave attention one way or another, and for some of us, getting it on stage is perfect. It's such a kick to see everyone smiling, hear the roaring laughter when you do something and taking a bow afterwards, people cheering.
But yesterday I was completely deflated. I did get up at the crack of dawn to go to school, but when I got home I collapsed on the couch and didn't have one ounce of energy left in me. I've had no spare time or even time to sleep properly for the last two weeks now, so when it was finally all over, I just... deflated like a balloon. So today I will be one big couch potato not moving a muscle. Maybe one or two muscles when flipping the page of the books I'll be reading, but not much more than that thank you.

But I really did have my 15 minutes of fame. I was in the paper! To be fair, it's probably the tiniest local paper in Norway, but I was in it! With a lousy photo to boot. AND I was on TV. Also local tv, and you could see me rubbing up against one of the guys while singing "I want to party, I want to drink, I want to make out". Hey, I'm totally innocent! I was told to do it! Besides, it was innocent rubbing, not big time slutty rubbing. AND there were two other girls doing the same thing, because we were supposed to. Totally innocent of course. That was actually the part they showed on TV, so there's your scandal right there. But I usually don't rub up against anyone, making it a very out of character thing for me.(Although when I tried doing the same up against Love when I got home, I discovered that it was actually a very neat trick *giggle*).
Now I just need to de-hyper myself and adjust to being ordinary Kjersti. But the rubbing up part... I might try that again some time.