a blog dedicated to the amazing singer, actress, and author lea michele
Jonathan and I started the sex scene and I tried an open mouthed little kiss and he just goes “mhmm-mhmm”. And I’m like “what the fuck is going on?”. End of act one, he runs backstage and just barfs. He had food poisoning and he locked himself in the bathroom. And I just stood outside and what did I do?
Be you. It’s so cheesy, but there’s no one better at being you than you. Don’t slough off things that make you special just to fit to a mold - your story is the most interesting thing you’ve got going for you, so use it!