Sun, Feb 3
... And on Tuesday, the answer will be...
Dun dun DUN... I find out about the trip on Tuesday. As I get more nervous and more excited, and try to convince myself more and more that I'm not really going to make it; that someone else will be better than I will be, or whatever. When I think about it rationally, though, I think I have a pretty good chance. But on Tuesday, during lunch, they're calling us each up to 260 individually, and telling us whether or not we made it, and why. That's nice... it's better than them just posting some random list of names. At least this way, we'll know.
The first dress rehearsal for "Morbidman" was this afternoon... it went pretty well for a first dress rehearsal with actors and tech all together. I've had better, but I've definitely had worse, and I know that it'll be a good play. These guys have worked hard on it... and attitudes and work have definitely gotten better in the past month. It kinda took a while for people to get focused, and we wasted a lot of time, but it's all coming together now, and people are really working hard to make up for lost time.
As much as they sometimes drive me nuts, I love my kids to bits, and I really do love working with them. I mean, they have this incredible group dynamic with each other, and I like just watching them interact. They bring some pretty interesting dynamics to their characters, and it makes things onstage a bit more interesting, too.
But I'm exhausted. Days like this take a lot out of me. Rehearsals in general drain me, but these ones are extra tiring. I love them, though. So much. As frustrated as I may be during a rehearsal, I finish, and I remember it all over again. In my exhausted state, I get a sense of satisfaction... the high of drama comes back... and I can't imagine not doing it. I can't explain it. But it's there.
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posted at 10:39 p.m.
