14 July
This weekend is going to be approximately the least weekend-y weekend since, well, since the last time I was doing a show, I suppose.
Friday night's not rehearsing did not rest me, yesterday's sleeping in until 11a when I was awakened by the thundering herd of wildebeest that live upstairs did not rest me, and that was it as far as restful moments go, there isn't another moment of peace to be had until next weekend when the show is open and I can relax.
My head was reeling in the shower with everything that I have to do in the next couple of days--I have to buy an easel and a large pad of paper, I have to do the drawings for the beginning of the show because I never asked any actual artist to do so, I have to figure out my music, I have to get the gun from Jackie, I have to make sure that we get the nun's habit from Beverly, I have to worry about Alex and everyone's costumes, and sometime before 10a today, I have to make a cross to crucify the baby Jesus during the pageant.
I think my head might explode.
I had rehearsal from 2p-6p, which was in fact the first rehearsal that I was not at least twenty minutes late to. Go me.
The first half of the rehearsal was me and Alex and Ann, and my fear had come true--Alex had not actually looked at his script or marked his lines or anything since Thursday. I don't know how many times in the future I will work with children, but I swear I will never again do so unless they have actor parents, because actor parents run lines with actor children.
On the plus side, he's starting to sound a little more familiar with the words, and if he can learn them and his bloody cues I will spend the rest of my life singing God's praises. Perhaps this will make up for the fact that we are all going straight to hell for doing this show.
So, 2p-4p was Ann and Alex, the full cast was 4p-6p, except that Lyle missed rehearsal on Thursday and I totally forgot to call and tell him about this one, so he was invisible again.
We did Moira's monologue for the whole rest of the rehearsal, and since Omar and Lee each have one line afterwards, I felt terrible calling them to the rehearsal, like how Sharon used to call everyone to Rimers rehearsals because she never had the foggiest idea of what she would be rehearsing. I hope I'm not turning into her.
The rehearsal of the monologue was the most surreal rehearsal ever, every time we started either I would interrupt, or the phone or the doorbell or the this or the that--she'd get out a couple of words, and then something would happen. It was very peculiar and hilarious, but by the end of rehearsal, she was doing the speech much better.
I told her if she could do it with all that going on, she could do it through anything.
Ooh, but the really good thing was when I got there and started whining about having to build the cross sometime in the middle of the night so that Omar could rehearse with it tomorrow, and where would I find the wood, and she said, "O, as to that..." like Joris in Homeward Bounders, and pulled out a couple of yardsticks from her closet. I tied them together and broke off the ends to make them shorter and voila! Instant cross, and referential to Sister Mary, since she uses a ruler as a pointer at the top of the play.
So that's one thing off my plate. If only one.
After rehearsal, I had to kill some time before going to see the current Durangs at Love Creek.
I got some lunch, and then some crack (a Starbucks chai crème frappuccino, that is) went to the office and printed out a copy of Clerestory to give to Ellen, and all that took long enough that I barely had time to cut off the ragged ends of my cross so that Lyle doesn't stab Lee with it when they are being the camel (this is a really complicated show) before having to get to the theatre.
The first show was Jackie's starring Ellen and it was great, the second was written by Jackie's husband, directed by Thomas and starring Jeff Paul and Wende and Bob and was hilarious, and the third one had ten people I'd never heard of before, and it was a dawg.
Christ, what a nightmare. It's not one of Durang's best plays, mostly alot of running and shouting, the actors were really inexperienced, and the director doesn't have the lightest touch in the world, which all added up to my banging my head on the back wall throughout most of it. Although, during one of the duller moments, I did think of a song that I want to use as closing music so it wasn't a complete wash.
Afterwards, I couldn't say "Good show," I couldn't lie like that, the words stuck in my throat, but Wende brilliantly told me that she always says "Congratulations," which is great, because everyone should be congratulated for doing any show, and it's not lying at all. I have finally found something to do after a bad show besides trying not to catch the actors' eyes.
Of course, if I ever say it to you, it wasn't a bad show, I just happen to be congratulating you! I swear!
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