Monica: how are you doing?
Priscellie: fairly well
Priscellie: CGing Percy and Oliver
Monica: aaaw!
Monica: hows that going?
Monica: *schnoogles Percypoo*
Priscellie: fairly well, I guess
Priscellie: Oliver’s robes are being stubborn. And that sounds really amusing out of context.
Monica: LOL!
Priscellie: *toys with Oliver’s robes*
Monica: Percy will get jealous, he will
I’m taking back a lot of the negative things I’ve said about Red White and Swing. True, the dialogue was left quite a bit to be desired. True, some of the characters, scenarios, and setups could have been better thought out. But seeing Mr. Blaydes before us all, giving us a pep-talk, blinking back tears, was enough to make nearly everyone in the cast reconsider all the derogatory comments we had made over the past few months. I felt especially moved, because his reaction was almost exactly how I envisioned myself on the opening night of Men At Arms, should it ever be staged. I wouldn’t care if it was bad or good or what anyone thought of it at that moment. Years of work would come together on a single point in time, from the opening of the curtains to the final bows. And the world would experience something never before seen — something original, fresh, and new.
Red White and Swing has come quite a long way since the preview readthrough last spring. It’s become integrated, which is my most important criterion in a musical. And the music is upbeat, memorable, and a fitting representation of the time. True, he didn’t write it, but heck, you could say the same about Moulin Rouge (though to be frank, there’s no comparing the two). Though I still wish some things could have gone differently, I was glad to be a part of it. Two more performances, and the world premiere of Red White and Swing will come to a close. Who knows if and when it will be resurrected? For all we know, this could be the last performance.
In the meantime, I’ll be working on Men at Arms.
Dave Barry has joined the ranks of “Famous Authors Who Have Blogs That I Am Aware Of And That I Enjoy Reading”. ::links him next to Neil Gaiman::
Play nice.
Aaaaand the preview performance is over and done! Just three more shows to go and I’ll be home free! ::grooves::
Today was a good day, all in all. That’s because most of it was spent sleeping. This morning, I woke up at my usual 6:10, but my body overruled my sense of routine through sheer, indominable will, informing my brain that today would be declared a snow day and school would be cancelled, despite the certain lack of snow on the ground. Then my dad woke me up at 7, and I grudgingly went off to school.
Physics was uneventful. Almost no one had done their homework, so I was in the clear. But in homeroom/advisory, I suddenly felt as though someone had dumped a ton of boulders on my head. I was so zombielike in art class that Mrs. McCullough kicked me out of the room and told me to either go home or to the infirmary and get some rest. Because there was no way I was going to drive in such a state and I couldn’t reach my parents, I trudged over to the infirmary, recounted my story to the nurse, and snored peacefully until I was awakened in time for my last-period class. 10:15 to 2:30. Mmm, sleep. I felt like a new person.
Good gravy on a stick, I’m exhausted. Not only is school tiring in itself (with a hefty dose of senioritis in the mix), but from school (4:00), I immediately go to Jesuit for MoLM rehearsals, then at 5:30, leave early in order to make the call at Hockaday. RW&S generally ends at 10, whereupon we’re given nearly an hour’s worth of Notes. Then I can go home and start my homework. Arg. I’ll be so happy when RW&S is over! Fortunately, tonight it’s raining, and the low is 19, so Mr. Blaydes let us go without reading notes tonight. Hurrah, home early!
Meanwhile, MoLM rehearsals are beyond fun. Today, we choreographed (among other things) “It’s All the Same”, where I get to dance on a table and belt angrily at a bunch of raucous Muleteers. As this is our first time through the scenes, for the music, Mrs. Felice is just playing a recording for the songs. No one expected me to sing along. I’ve had the song memorized for months, but this was the first time I’d really sung it outside my car. To my surprise, I sang quite a bit better than I imagined I would. As I belted the last note, the cast gave me an ovation. XD Gravy, I love Jesuit theatre.
I’d write more, as I can think of plenty of things to write about, but I think I’ll wash off my makeup and go to sleep. That sounds good. ::falls asleep at the keyboard::
Let’s pray for a snow day, ne?
Squee, squee, squee, squee, squeeeeeeeeee! Today is the first day of Man of La Mancha rehearsals, also Hell Week for Red White and Swing. Thank gravy our call for RWS is 5:30 so that I can attend both rehearsals. Hurrah for being in multiple shows at once!
Mrs. Hubbard, the costume lady, told us we all needed 1940’s hairstyles. I asked her if I could be Veronica Lake. She laughed at me. Oh well. ::pokes Monica::
I am hereby inducting Collapse and Text Twist to the “Minesweeper Award” Hall of Fame for ridiculously addictive games. Curse my procrastinative tendencies!
Blogger is refusing to publish, so I think I’ll take this moment to acknowledge the sheer kick-bootyness of my boots. Apologies for those who have already seen this picture several dozen times. I quite like it.
Oh — and my mom has been rooting though old baby-me stuff, and she found this. I was such a cute baby. ::snerks::
