HAVE YOU BEEN TOO MUCH ON YOUR OWN?
so many things unclear, so many things unknown
Shalom, Tumblr vagabond! Before I delve into a inevitably lengthy introduction of myself, I first feel it necessary to present those who were previously unaware of it to the true definition of a star. If you were to peruse a dictionary in search of the word, it would offer the following sentence to you as the official description, provided by knowledgeable experts on the English language: "a fixed luminous point in the night sky that is a large, remote, incandescent body like the sun." Unfortunately, it seems as if manufacturers of dictionaries have yet to be notified that their so-called factual definition is the furthest thing possible from the truth. In reality, what you view now is a star. Not a twinkling object located lightyears away, but rather a girl who is fortunate enough to be gifted with a talent unlike any other. In order to further acquaint you with the star in question, I must first extend the warmest of welcomes to all fans, friends, and followers who may have stumbled across my web page. Of course, I sincerely doubt that any person, no matter how uneducated in the world of Broadway and all that lies within, could have accidentally discovered such a brilliantly-styled blog, but I digress. Regardless of whether you are a long-time viewer or this is your first visitation, you are welcomed, and commended on your excellent taste in blogs. It takes a true bon vivant to fully appreciate the effort I put forth into my numerous web pages, particularly my MySpace page. However, I was recently forced to deactivate it due to a sudden drop in the number of monthly views. It seemed as if my large following on that particular social networking site all made the abrupt, mutual decision to transition to Tumblr. In order to keep up with the trends of today, I came to the conclusion that I would have to follow them, hence why my blog came to fruition. Keep in mind that somethings are meant to be kept to oneself and not everything that has affected me will be included, in detail, below. That being said, despite my reluctance to provide such information to whomever is reading this, I will attempt to paraphrase what I can to create a thorough biography regarding yours truly.
I was born on December eighteenth, 1996, making me sixteen years of age. Whereas my Papa is a devout Jew, my Daddy has been an atheist for the majority of his life. In order to fairly name their little girl, they made the decision to reflect my Jewish roots by naming me after a prominent Biblical figure, Rachel. My Daddy then chose my middle name, Barbra, to honor his all-time favorite singer, the one and only Barbra Streisand, making my full name Rachel Barbra Berry✫—a name you will inevitably hearing quite a bit of in the very near future. Prior to my birth, a surrogate by the name of Shelby Corcoran was selected personally by my two gay dads, based on intelligence quota, physical beauty, and vocal talent. Before becoming aware of the identity of my biological mother, I had my suspicions that she could be Broadway legend, Patti LuPone, due to our striking similarities, equally astonishing talent, and adoration for the spotlight. Unfortunately, this theory was proved to be incorrect after Ms. Corcoran and I discovered one another in my sophomore year of high school. I do not currently have contact with her, and I, personally, wish to keep it that way. Clearly, the hard work my fathers have put into raising me has been more than sufficient in manufacturing an ambitious, hard-working young woman who is bound and determined to fulfill her dreams, come hell or high water. Nevertheless, Ms. Corcoran is yet another person on the long list of people whom I deem it necessary to include in my Tony acceptance speech. Her contributions, no matter how seemingly-insignificant they may be, have shaped me into the rounded young woman that appears before you today. As I mentioned previously, I was raised by two wonderful men who I refer to as my Papa and Daddy. Their names are Hiram and Leroy Berry—respectively—and, as a clarifying note, they are, in fact, legally married to one another. My parents were two of millions fortunate enough to wed each other in an official ceremony after many long years of waiting. Unfortunately, it wasn’t within my power to attend their ceremony. C’est la vie.
Despite growing up in an extremely modest town in the Midwest of the United States of America, it was preached to me from an extremely young age that I was far more talented than anything Missouri would have to offer to me. I was urged to take interest in all things musical and quickly enough I harvested an intense adoration for both song and dance, though my attention focused more singularly on the former of the two. My fathers have even gone as far as to claim that there are rumors circulating the hospitals in my hometown that, upon birth, I was belting a high F. Only three months later, I won first place in my first dance competition. Despite knowing that I was extremely talented as a little girl, it wasn't until I starred in St. Peters' local theater's production of Les Misérables when I was eight years of age as Young Cosette that I consciously decided that it was my dream to be an actress on Broadway. Falling in love with all things Streisand shortly thereafter simply cemented what I was already aware of: I was destined to become a star. Barbra—who will be referred to as my queen both on and off my blog—rapidly became both my role model and inspiration for what I dreamed I would become.
I was born on December eighteenth, 1996, making me sixteen years of age. Whereas my Papa is a devout Jew, my Daddy has been an atheist for the majority of his life. In order to fairly name their little girl, they made the decision to reflect my Jewish roots by naming me after a prominent Biblical figure, Rachel. My Daddy then chose my middle name, Barbra, to honor his all-time favorite singer, the one and only Barbra Streisand, making my full name Rachel Barbra Berry✫—a name you will inevitably hearing quite a bit of in the very near future. Prior to my birth, a surrogate by the name of Shelby Corcoran was selected personally by my two gay dads, based on intelligence quota, physical beauty, and vocal talent. Before becoming aware of the identity of my biological mother, I had my suspicions that she could be Broadway legend, Patti LuPone, due to our striking similarities, equally astonishing talent, and adoration for the spotlight. Unfortunately, this theory was proved to be incorrect after Ms. Corcoran and I discovered one another in my sophomore year of high school. I do not currently have contact with her, and I, personally, wish to keep it that way. Clearly, the hard work my fathers have put into raising me has been more than sufficient in manufacturing an ambitious, hard-working young woman who is bound and determined to fulfill her dreams, come hell or high water. Nevertheless, Ms. Corcoran is yet another person on the long list of people whom I deem it necessary to include in my Tony acceptance speech. Her contributions, no matter how seemingly-insignificant they may be, have shaped me into the rounded young woman that appears before you today. As I mentioned previously, I was raised by two wonderful men who I refer to as my Papa and Daddy. Their names are Hiram and Leroy Berry—respectively—and, as a clarifying note, they are, in fact, legally married to one another. My parents were two of millions fortunate enough to wed each other in an official ceremony after many long years of waiting. Unfortunately, it wasn’t within my power to attend their ceremony. C’est la vie.
Despite growing up in an extremely modest town in the Midwest of the United States of America, it was preached to me from an extremely young age that I was far more talented than anything Missouri would have to offer to me. I was urged to take interest in all things musical and quickly enough I harvested an intense adoration for both song and dance, though my attention focused more singularly on the former of the two. My fathers have even gone as far as to claim that there are rumors circulating the hospitals in my hometown that, upon birth, I was belting a high F. Only three months later, I won first place in my first dance competition. Despite knowing that I was extremely talented as a little girl, it wasn't until I starred in St. Peters' local theater's production of Les Misérables when I was eight years of age as Young Cosette that I consciously decided that it was my dream to be an actress on Broadway. Falling in love with all things Streisand shortly thereafter simply cemented what I was already aware of: I was destined to become a star. Barbra—who will be referred to as my queen both on and off my blog—rapidly became both my role model and inspiration for what I dreamed I would become.
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