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6 December So, last night's rehearsal was much better--much better in that I didn't suck and the others didn't suck and we all were connecting with each other and shit, but the problem was that we didn't get a clean run-through. Which means that we have never had a clean run-through. We rehearsed for hours and hours, re-blocked one terrible section, then ran it, and didn't get through clean. These people are making me crazy, how hard is it to stay in character when you are trying to remember your line? Apparently, it's coal mining hard. Who knew? The worst part was at the very end, when Brian came out with the completely wrong line, one from pages back, but it didn't matter, Gemma could have just said her line, but she went completely insane, stopped, stood there, and said her response to that line! Instead of just continuing in the right spot! She wouldn't even have had to re-work her line to make it not an answer, all she would have had to do was change the stress! But she did not! She went back pages, too!" And I yelled, "No, don't fucking do that, say the right line!!!" And she did. They probably all think I'm a real bitch now, but you know what? Gemma is not that stupid, I know for a fact she isn't, so has no excuse for that kind of behaviour. So, I just left fuming. I didn't feel like walking twelve blocks, so I went up a block to the bus, and there was my favourite restaurant. I was starved, so I went in there and calmed down and had a grilled cheese sandwich and didn't get sick and went home. Anybody reading this planning on coming to the show, don't come tonight, God only knows what will happen.
And I'm still collecting addresses for who wants a Christmas card! If you got one last year, only let me know if your address has changed, because once you are on the list, you cannot ever get off.
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