  You know, I look in envy at those people who have always had thier one thing they do, that art or science or something that tickles them senseless every time they partake. I've never had that. I have passion for so many things that it is impossible to pick one. My first art was drawing and painting. I was obsessed with drawing little dragons and knights with swords and various other ridiculous medievil weaponry that I concocted from thin air. At first, my hands were just balls with lines drawn through them, and my swords were just vaguely pointy, almost straight shapes with a rectangle for a hilt. When someone in my third grade art class said they could shade better than I could, I looked at them blankly. "What's shading? " I innocently asked. I didn't really get good at drawing until I was roughly fourteen - at that point I had tried sports and quit, (too many naked boys - too little time)and I hadn't discovered theater or music yet, so I buckled down and learned to shade. And lo and behold, my drawings became better and better. But about this time, just as I was about to develope a heroin habit and dreadlock my hair, I was cast in my first show.
I didn't give a crap. Really, not even a single turd. I had two lines as the Lion in Midsummer Night's Dream, and I forgot both of them nearly every night of the show. But I was funny as shit. People would fall out of thier seats they were laughing so hard. At one point during the "play within the play", I remember blankly picking up Thisby's blond wig and handing it to the very dark african woman playing Hippolyta. You probably had to be there, but I think someone threw up they were laughing so hard. I, one of the smallest roles in the play, got the standing ovation that night.
Suffice to say: I was hooked. Play after play followed, and each one I did my thing. I started to be a part of the "talent" of my high school; you know, the kids that get cast in every show even if they don't audition. But I also started to get bored, and all of a sudden I wasn't cast for a show. I couldn't believe it - I wasn't in a show!
I was a junior, just a few months before my seventeenth birthday, and I was left without an art. About this time, my music teacher from elementary school was transferred to the upper school (I did some choir, and played the clarinet when I was really young). I was pressured into joining the choir. I instantly fell in love, mainly because I was so loud that everyone would stare at me when I sang and I felt special. But also because here was a language stranger and more wonderful than anything I had ever encountered before. People could understand music no matter where they were from. It evoked emotions, memories, and physical reactions. A year before I graduated from high school, I announced that I was going to be a composer. I focused on that, harder than I had ever focused on anything before.
I dove into my private lessons, abandoned my singing and theater, and worked feverishly to finish my audition pieces before the deadline. I remember coming home from school at four, and writing until eleven or twelve, and doing this for weeks. I felt like such a tragic artist, doing such hard work. Finally everything was done, and I sent it off to the schools I had applied to. Fast forward eight months, when I receive every rejection letter (four in all) on the same day in April 1998. Because I'm gay, I bought flowers for everyone of my teachers, and then went home and cried into a Sara Lee Cream Pie.
(I was also very, very fat in high school) But I wasn't finished - eventually, I would graduate from college with a music degree in Vocal Performance and an arts degree in Theater. Then, in college, I discovered dancing. At first I was awful - my friends can tell stories of how I would spin around and bust people in the eye or the neck with my elbow, or how I would prance around running into people like an idiot.
I have knocked out more people... But every time I dance, its like my mind shuts down, and only the music is there, compelling me to move. So I kept doing it. Eventually, I became good at it, very good. And now, it looks as though I will be doing theater and music and writing, which is an art I have just recently discovered, at least in the sense that I want to do it more often now. I mean, I'll do theater and music until I get bored and then maybe I'll write something, or better yet I'll release an album while acting, maybe I should open an art gallery? I don't think they'd like my stuff, though... But that shouldn't matter right? Or maybe I'll... 
