<p>Hello everyone! For those who don’t know me, I’m Devin. I’m probably one of the few male musical theater kids that actually posts here. I’ve only posted on here a few times… I’m a self proclaimed former-lurker haha. I know alot of people here get to know eachother rather well, and are somewhat familiar with eachother’s “stories”. I guess I’m hoping to get in on the little clique we have going on here, because I’ve already been so comforted by alot of the messages that are posted here DAILY by all of you wonderfully supportive parents. So I want to share a bit of my story, and maybe I can help some other kids who are feeling a little down.</p>
<p>Okay, so I was born and raised outside of Boston. My parents split when I was 10 and so my mother and I moved to Rhode Island where I currently reside and have since leaving Boston. I began performing at 6 in a dance studio and did my first play when I was 9. However, I never really started musical theater until high school. Let me tell you that the past 3 and a half years have helped me grow SO much as a person and artist being involved in theatre. Dont ever let anyone tell you that you have to start extremely young to be a great performer because I’ve only been doing it for 3-4 years and you can come as far as you want if you have the drive. I decided by my 2nd year in high school that this was what I wanted to do. I started researching schools like Emerson and Hartt that had great MT programs. But by the time application season rolled around senior year, I had a 1410 on my SAT’s, a 2.5 GPA and very little to show for myself academically. And since I knew deep down I wouldnt get into these schools academically, I put all my energy into the Boston Conservatory. I met kids there, visited the school… even DATED a guy that went there. I became a little bit obsessed. When my audition rolled around, looking back I honestly feel like I was less than prepared. My audition hadn’t gone as well as I’d hoped-- but I was still optimistic about getting in. However, March 27 rolled around and I found out that I was not accepted. Coincidentally enough, I wasn’t fully heart broken mainly because of THIS message board. But, it was still a blow, and it stung pretty badly. However, when I came home that night, I found a card on my bed. It was from my mom (who knew I’d been rejected). It said:</p>
<p>God knows whats in your heart
and what you need before you ask.
Even when you don’t know for sure, God knows because He knows you.
He knows the outcome of every situation and he’s guiding you
even when you might feel that you have lost your way.
He knows how much you can fear, and He will give you strength
and fill you with His grace and blessings as he walks with you every step of the way</p>
<p>ON THE INSIDE IT SAYS:</p>
<p>He is surrounding you with His love and holding you gently in the palm of his hand</p>
<p>THEN MY MOM WROTE:</p>
<h2>God has a plan B! Love Mom ox</h2>
<p>And this is what I choose to believe. I believe God has a plan B for me. And I think God has a plan B for all of us. God gave me these gifts for a reason, so I know I need to use them. I’m just not sure how or when. So I hope all of you will take the ride with me through this little musical theater journey. I’ll be posting here often. Dont be a stranger!</p>