Remember all the Pre-Rehearsal Posts I made during the various plays I have been in? Well, this is a Pre-Read-Through Post. One eye on the clock, both hands on the keyboard, trying to come up with something before I have to leave for the theatre. Rushed and Flustered are my default states from now until closing night! Every day is Wrist to Forehead Day! Don’t worry, I’ll get a grip on myself before I try to drive anywhere.
Yes, I’m in another play. All day long, I’ve been thinking, “Mamma Mia! Here I go again!” I got flattered into it. I am so susceptible. One could even say “easy,” but that has connotations I would rather not deal with (we’ll leave my past in the past, or some people will be shouting, “TMI!” which regular readers know I hate).
Where was I? Ah yes, the play. I’m so flustered right now, I can’t even remember what it’s called. I’ll find out at the read-through (oh, I KNOW I can easily look it up, don’t interrupt me when I’m typing!). The play is at Ilion Little Theatre, in Ilion, NY, one of my all-time favorite places. A couple of my all-time favorite people are in it too, as well as some I would like to get to know better, which is a selling point. For me, it is always all about the people (note to self: expound about that subject on a future Lame Post Friday).
The reason I am so flustered is that I am kind of an idiot. I think I have mentioned in recent posts all that I have on my plate. Of course it is my own fault. I am a well-known theatre junkie; it is very difficult for me to say “no” to anything (see above statement about being easy). On the other hand theatre is one of my great loves. I am really very blessed to be involved in community theatre. How many times in my younger years did I long for time on stage but the blankety-blank directors cast someone else? A LOT!!!
So I will count my blessings, call this a Non-Sequitur Thursday post, and drive on. Watch this space for more information on the play, as well as my other theatre projects. It makes a fun life for a drama queen like me!
Mornings at Seven! It’s called Mornings at Seven. I just remembered; I didn’t have to look it up.
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