And To Improv and To Casinos in All the Wrong Places
My name is Casey Rose. I'm from Wisconsin. I play the cello, and euphonium. I am in colorguard, I am a potter head, a total band geek, an orch dork, a whovian, and a nerdfighter. Also I'm a theatre techie and really enjoy being one of the people in black/the reason actors aren't running on the stage screaming, naked, and in the dark. I'm also in my schools forensics club, so prepare to eat your words!
Why can’t I just get used to not breathing? Why does my body have to just freak out any time it happens? My mind knows that everything will be okay, so why can’t the rest of me? Grrr