Wuss-out Wednesday follows Tired Tuesday when one is on overtime and in a play. I do love the overtime. For one reason, it gives me a good excuse to slack on everything else. Uh, I mean, it gives me a chance to further my career, make a contribution in the workplace and… oh hell, nobody’s a good enough actor to sell that line of bologna. I’m sure you’ll believe I can use the extra cash, but it is vulgar to brag about one’s income (especially when it’s really nothing to brag about) (so don’t bother hitting me up for a loan) (you know who you are).
Where was I? Ah yes, striving to post something, anything before going to rehearsal. At last night’s rehearsal I showed that although I know my lines, I do not know my blocking (that’s moving where you’re supposed to be when you’re supposed to be there, for you non-theatre folks) (and for any pedantic theatre folks who want to correct my definition, oh just give it a rest!).
In my defense, it is kind of a complicated play. There are flashbacks AND re-enactments. I think it’s a little bit like a Quentin Tarantino movie. I can’t even add “but without all the violence,” because my character chops off her husband’s head (that’s not a spoiler; everybody knows that about Roxalana Druse).
I studied my lines again today while on breaks at work (I know, I should have been writing my blog post; one can’t do everything, after all). I even said them to myself while I was working. Luckily, my job is not one where I deal with the public. I don’t think my co-workers were particularly disconcerted. After all, they’re used to me.
Right now I’m as tired as I was on Tuesday with rehearsal tonight and more overtime tomorrow. But that is OK, because the show must go on! Tired is not too great a price to pay for stardom! Or even for having fun being in a community theatre play.
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