::blinks:: You know how I just said in that last entry that I had to finish the VSP stuff by Sunday? I must be missing a couple neurons, because it’s Friday. Yay. Two/Three days to CG an image, when it took me at least 2-3 weeks to do the others. Meeble? Happy Hell Week, Charlie Brown.
Tonight = opening night for Dido and Aeneas
Tomorrow = I find out if I got into Penn.
Tomorrow also = callbacks for Man of La Mancha
Sunday = Very Secret Project must be finished.
Meeble?
Curse Seej for being inspiring. Now I want to do Night Watch/Les Miserables parody fanart. Meanie. As if I wasn’t swamped enough already…
::reads comments::
Who is Nishnash?
Happy Theatre Day to Priscilla.
1) 3:50 – 4:15 — at Jesuit to tell Mrs. Felice I might not be able to come to auditions because of “Red White and Swing” rehearsals.
2) 4:20 – 5:30 — Hockaday, “Red White and Swing” rehearsals
3) 5:35 – 6:20 — “Man of La Mancha Auditions”. Details below.
4) 6:35 – 9:15 — “Dido and Aeneas” dress rehearsal
Der.
Anyway, MoLM auditions went very well, I think. I came in as Casper was singing “The Impossible Dream”, which was fairly good (he doesn’t have the melody quite right, but you can tell he has a good voice), and I listened as the other actors belted out their songs. I was the last girl to go, as I was so late in arriving, but I think I did quite well. “What Does He Want of Me?”, from MoLM, thanks to my score-photocopying exploits with Mr. Oliver. I originally wondered if I was warmed up enough, but when I sang, I hardly faltered at all, and that was covered up by Mrs. Oliver’s accompaniment. Good stuff. Mrs. Oliver was overjoyed — she asked “What happened to your voice? Have you been taking lessons?” Apparently, she hasn’t heard me sing since “How to Succeed” two years ago. Mr. Oliver offhandly remarked “…and when you perform in the real thing, we’ll have castanets.” Of course I don’t want to read too much into that statement, but it certainly gives me a good feeling about a role.
As soon as I uncross my fingers for Penn, I’ll re-cross them for the role of Aldonza. I might not have the build for a busty kitchen wench, but I can pull it off. Arrrr.
There are few things as simple and beautiful as a deserted city at night in the rain. If I’d had my camera with me, I would have stopped about every three seconds to take pictures. The silhouetted buildings… the splashes of red and green light on the road… beautiful. ::contented sigh::
Anyway, I spent the evening down at KERA, answering phones for the pledge drive. I was actually onscreen for quite a while! I ended up (unknowingly) ending up in the seat where I was just barely in the frame, on the far right side. Because there were personalities in front of us, talking about the gifts that come with the pledges, Christine, Izabella, and I were the only ones visible throughout nearly all the breaks. Rachel and Ashley saw me. ::waves:: Also Mrs. Radtke, my beloved former english teacher, saw me, and called in a pledge, hoping to get me. I was already on the phone, so she got Christine, who passed on Mrs. Radtke’s sentiments. How cool is that?
I think I want to volunteer at KERA more often. The phone calls they get are absolutely hilarious! I think they diverted all the crazies to me… one woman made me look through my entire notebook for a listing of BritCom shirts, complained about the 6-8 week shipping time, and terminated the call with “I love you”. One senior kept referring to me as “Honey” and “Sweetie”. A teenager prank called, asking if he could donate 5 cents. Another woman figured out which volunteer I was by lip syncing with the TV and complimented my shirt. And that’s only the tip of the iceberg! I was there 6 1/2 hours — you can imagine the drama. It was fabulous! I also got to read a lot of “Smoke and Mirrors”, because we rarely got calls during the actual shows. Bizarre as it may sound, we worked during the “breaks”. XD Anyway, I enjoyed myself. Hurrah.
I’m gonna be on tee-vee tonight! Well, okay, so I’m going with the Anglophilia Club to be a phone answerer for a pledge drive and there’s a chance I might be in the frame briefly, but that’s irrelevant. I will be a star! ::poses::
::sigh:: I was lucky. I really was lucky. Now I’m cursed. Speaking of the DMV, I got my new license today.
I look drugged. God, can’t it expire any sooner than 2008? ::wails::
I just dreamed that I saw a Broadway performance of a mix of Urinetown, Dark of the Moon, and West Side Story. That was messed up.
Scene from a couple weeks ago:
DMV Lady: Read the fifth line.
Me: ::reads the fifth line::
DMV Lady: (pause) try that again.
Me: ::rereads the fifth line::
DMV Lady: Close enough.
Scene from a few days ago:
Julia: ::plays with Hayden’s glasses::
Me: Hey, Hayden! Can I try on your glasses?
Hayden: Sure. They’re very low perscription, though.
Me: ::tries on Hayden’s glasses::
::looks around::
::sees “Come And Take It” cannon Alamo flag::
::takes off glasses::
::can no longer read flag::
::puts glasses on again::
::takes them off again::
::puts them on again::
Me: Oh. Well then.
I’m probably getting glasses.