YAYFUN! Mum and I went to Rose’s, a costume warehouse in Denton, and I got the perfect bodice and blouse thing. Huzzah! My Aldonza costume is now perfect! Squee!
::happy dance::
Lots to do today! Rather glad I didn’t go to the RenFest now.
Things I have learned today: Apparently, they don’t make bodices for skinny people. Wah.
Note to a Certain Cast Member Who Will Remain Anonymous:
If you want to slander me and say I can’t act, sing, or dance in order to make you feel better about yourself, go ahead. Just take care not to say such things in front of fellow cast members who have seen both of us perform and can decide for themselves. Or in front of my friends. Don’t think I don’t eventually hear every word you say against me.
And you know what? It doesn’t bother me in the slightest. In fact, I find it hilarious. Don’t think I haven’t seen people acting out of their own insecurities before. I’m going to continue being nice to you, regardless of what you do or say to me. What exactly do you hope to achieve? You’ll only make yourself miserable, and your behavior will turn people against you, not me.
Cordially,
Priscilla
Oh — as for Mrs. McCullough murdering me! She actually wasn’t mad at all. She loved the direction it was going, and was generally pleased with my work. She could tell that I had put a great deal of effort into it, so she didn’t go nuts. Joy! As long as I finish it this weekend, life will remain lovely.
Ah, I forgot to mention why we got out of rehearsal at 9 last night. We got our costumes! They’re not horrible, but they could be better. A lot better. At least I have some red in mine, a necessity for prominent figures onstage. Meanwhile, my friends’ costumes were pretty hilarious. Among the gypsies and moors, the gypsy dancers had traditional gypsy belly dancer-type garb. I turned to Emily, a Pratchett fan, and said “Pass me your fez, Corporal Beti.”
Too amusing.
I feel so sorry for Emil, who plays Dr. Carrasco. He’s absolutely blind in the Knight of the Mirrors outfit. He has to do all this intimidating stuff, but he can’t see a thing. And the sounds guys hadn’t rigged his mic up properly, so he had to shout his lines inside his very echoey helmet, which made him temporarily deaf. And afterwards, he couldn’t get his helmet off, so half the cast had to take turns trying to pry it from his head. Meanwhile, we were all giggling madly. Ricky, Stage Manager Extraordinaire, kept yelling at us to stop laughing. Meanwhile, Mrs. Felice was crying with tears of mirth. “How?” she asked him. ::hugs Emil:: Poor guy. Fortunately, we figured out how the helmet is supposed to be removed (there’s a catch), but it doesn’t fix the problem of how he sees out of it. Hopefully we’ll find some solution in the next two rehearsals! Eep!
I also feel sorry for Lobo, who plays Sancho. His knee-length trouser things are slightly too small for him, so that when he got down on one knee to recite the missive, he first had to resolve uncomfortable bunching. Also, when he leapt into the air on the line “He fights!”, it resulted in unfortunate straining. Ouch. Mrs. Felice’s “note” for him was “Brian, wear a jo– nevermind.”
Once we sort out costume issues, this show is going to be fabulous. And my mom will take pictures Monday, probably, so I’ll post them later that week, as not to spoil the fun for the Lincolnites that are seeing the show live. Hurrah! Wednesday and Friday, kids. ::bounces::
Bleh. I was supposed to meet a bunch of my friends at Urseline at 8 this morning to go to a Renaissance Fair, but I forgot to set my alarm and was awakened five minutes ago by a phone call asking where I was. Now trying to decide if I should still go. Maybe life will be clearer after a shower? ::is still asleep::
Wow. I’d like to see this, should it ever come out in America. What gorgeous animation! And the waiter! He’s so bendy! ::is amused::
Wah. Tnm.n is on crack again. *pokes blog*
Just got home, oddly enough. It’s not even hell week, and I got out of rehearsal at 9! Lunacy, I tell you. Disappointing, as I had hoped to see Matt & Co. in Antigone, but it started at 7:30. Hah. I guess I’ll have to see if tomorrow night.
I told Mrs. McCullough I’d have my next piece done for her tomorrow. After working solidly all evening, I’m about half-done. That’s it, I’m going to sleep. If I have it done for her on Monday, plus extra, I doubt she’ll injure me fatally.