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23 October I am cast! I know, I'm shocked as well. Yesterday morning in one hour I got my last three actors. But didn't I need four, you ask? Well, I did, but then Le told me that I could take a role if I liked, and I liked, so I did. Not that I am so wild to direct myself, I just want to have a fully cast show. Also, in the first readthrough I realized that the priest didn't have to be an older priest, that it would work with a very young man, too, so I told Le and he gave me a baby boy, and the baby boy said yes, and he gave me an old bat and the old bat said yes, and he gave me Winnie and Winnie said yes! I had decided to take the leading role, just because I thought that time might be getting a little close to find someone else for the part, and it's actually a good role for me, and the leftover role was perfect for Winnie.
"Winnie, be in my show!"
And since I don't care which role I take, we switched, and I am playing the very silly, giggly, forgetful housewife and Winnie is playing the ex-hippie social worker who is running the group and to whom everything goes awry. After rehearsal she said, "I see what you mean, the other role is better for me, maybe we should switch?" but I told her that I had faith that she could do the lead and that her natural sweetness, which would be what made her right for the other part, would help her from being too strident in the lead.
Afterwards, I went to see closing night of the show at LCP. Actually, directly afterwards I went to 34th St. to buy some new jeans, but since I weirdly decided to take the bus, it took me over an hour and the mall was closed when I got there. The show at Love Creek was directed by Michael, who directed me in that appalling Moliere play that I did this year, the one that made me want to slit my wrists with a spoon, and Fran was in it, and my friend Al, so I really had to go. It was all monologues, and there were 35 or so of them, but each night they would do a different bunch of them. The show came down at 11p, so they actually ended up doing more of them than they had other nights. It was good, the performances were good, but three hours worth of monologues would be enough to try anyone's patience, especially since several of the actors found it necessary to use funny voices for every single one. Fran was extremely good, especially in his first monologue, which was about having a zit on his forehead the day he was planning on talking to the girl at work whom he has a crush on, and which was the best thing I had ever seen him do. Also, this one girl did an extraordinary piece about being gang-banged by the Beatles when she was fourteen, which was much more moving than how it sounded just then. The worst part was that between some monologues there were blackouts and music and things, and between others there was just a handoff, one actor exiting, still in character, and one entering, which was much better. And Michael was all into having the audience have fun, so he gave a curtain speech before each act, and was throwing toys and candy into the audience and giving the score of the ball game and raffling off beany babies until I just wanted to strangle him. "Shut the fuck up and start the show!" I wanted to say, but it would have hurt his feelings. Perhaps I am no fun at all.
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