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Last night's rehearsal wasn't stellar. The Artistic Driector of the theatre was there and I think he intimidates people....
...not me, of course...
But a couple of the other girls were thrown and of course there were lights and missed sound cues.
*how do you go on when the next 20 lines of dialogue hinge on a phone call and the phone doesn't ring?*
The six women on stage look at the phone, then at each other, and are helpless. I left out a couple of things, too.
"Ah, well, that is what rehearsals are for," she said, waxing philosophic.
I'm about to go teach my class. Love those kiddos, I really do. They aren't kids, actually, and I have the sneaking suspicion that two or three of them are actually smarter than me.
I know one of them is, for sure.
I'll never tell who, of course.
Then a tech rehearsal + wigs. FYI, I look pretty horrid with short hair. Plus, it's really hard to shove all of my hair up into that little wig.
The price we pay.... rah rah, and all that.
...not me, of course...
But a couple of the other girls were thrown and of course there were lights and missed sound cues.
*how do you go on when the next 20 lines of dialogue hinge on a phone call and the phone doesn't ring?*
The six women on stage look at the phone, then at each other, and are helpless. I left out a couple of things, too.
"Ah, well, that is what rehearsals are for," she said, waxing philosophic.
I'm about to go teach my class. Love those kiddos, I really do. They aren't kids, actually, and I have the sneaking suspicion that two or three of them are actually smarter than me.
I know one of them is, for sure.
I'll never tell who, of course.
Then a tech rehearsal + wigs. FYI, I look pretty horrid with short hair. Plus, it's really hard to shove all of my hair up into that little wig.
The price we pay.... rah rah, and all that.
