Someone To Watch Over Me while I Build A Stairway To Paradise

We are a funny group of people. Our relationships are unlike any that I've had before. Of course, if I delve deep into it, they are all friendships of course, and I have encountered friendships before (surprising I know). But the circumstances. So odd. So different from anything any other College student goes through. I thought that I would enjoy being split up because then I'd get to have a nicer part in whatever show it was and I would get to work with people who I may never have been able to work with before...but I miss the other half of the group when it comes to rehearsals. We had just finished our Mad Forest rehearsal today and Cody and I went downstairs only to hear the cast of George singing "Sunday", which is one of the most beautiful songs. It was haunting, but also, unreal. I remember last year hearing our second years all practicing the music for their shows in the lab. I remember thinking, "Wow. Those are our second years. I'll be able to do that next year, and then I'll have completed this first year of college and be on my way. I can't wait to be the one singing on the inside of the lab". But I'm not yet - which feels very very strange. Because, really, I should be. Those are my peers and classmates on the inside of the lab singing that beautiful song, and I'm out here listening to them. It's very dissociating. I'm glad to be in the show so that I am able to be directed by Dave, but I want to be singing. The last musical that I did I wasn't able to sing....and I want to sing in a show. I know that I'll be in On The Town and Nine, but I just wish that we could all be together to all make the same memories and inside jokes and continue to bond as a class. That's what I think we're really missing out on...bonding. (Not bondage, assholes, bonding).

It's madness to be always sitting around in sadness,
when you could be learning the steps of gladness,
you'll be happy when you can do just six or seven.
Just in case you were curious.