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missroseroseFirst off, so that I can make some pretense at this actually being a blog in the original sense of the term, I present you with a link. Normally I'd put some sort of description in, but I think this is one of those things that's best enjoyed when you have no preconceptions about it. So without further ado:
The Dionaea House
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I'm rather relieved to report that despite having such a bad morning yesterday, the rest of the day and the evening actually went pretty well. The rehearsal, while it did go late, didn't feel as long as some of the others have. We did our first full dress/staging/tech run through of the show, and the general consensus was that we have between 85-90% of it down, which is excellent for a first run-through.
The problem here being, it was our first run through. Apparently this was mostly due to the high school scheduling the theatre for "The Nutcracker" the weekend before, despite the fact that Perseverance told them we'd need it that weekend for rehearsing. So we had about four days to actually use the space and get the tech elements set up, and time for exactly one run through prior to opening tonight.
In any case, PJ (yes, the same flamingly-gay PJ that taught my Acting I class, he's also the Artistic Director at Perseverance) decided that when he does the pre-show announcements tonight he's going to emphasize that this is the "preview" (they usually do a preview of their shows, but since we're only performing four nights anyway they weren't going to bother with this one) and that it's close but not quite 100% yet. And we get to stay until 11:00 again tonight doing the finishing touches for our official "opening" tomorrow night. Fun.
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I think theatre is a drug. Either that or a very dysfunctional relationship. See, every time I get caught up in it it takes up so much of my time and energy and is so stressful that I swear up, down, left, right, and sideways that I'm never doing it again. Except then the release at the end is so great that the next time I see an ad for auditions, I figure, "Why the hell not?" And the cycle starts all over again.
Admittedly, it's been somewhat less difficult this time around than it was before. Partially this is because I'm just in the chorus of KIC so I haven't had much work to do with staging and whatnot, so it hasn't been quite as time/energy intensive, and part of it is that I'm not trying to balance it on top of work and school, just a fairly undemanding and unstressful job. So I'm feeling a little more ready to try something semi-intensive.
In any case, according to the paper, there are going to be auditions for one of the Perseverance Second Stage productions, a musical (well, more of a play with music) called Master Class by Terrence McNally. The play mostly revolves around Maria Callas, a very famous and charismatic (if somewhat narcissistic and aging) opera singer, who is teaching a master class in front of an audience (you). From the summaries I can find, I think it'd be a very fun play to do, especially since Joyce Parry-Moore (my one-time music teacher) is going to be playing the lead. However, there're only two soprano parts open, so I have no clue whether or not they'd actually want me. But I figure I'll at least audition. Even if I do get in, the rehearsals don't start until March, so I'll have plenty of time to spend with my boyfriend and kitties. =)
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I talked to my brother on the phone today. For those who're not familiar with his situation, let me give you a summation - he left home a year ago at 18, flew across the country to be with his girlfriend, is living with her and her parents until she breaks up with him. He gets a job at Pizza Hut, moves in with a friend/coworker, said friend kicks him out a couple of months later after he gets a promotion to manager (I don't really know but I figure these two are probably related somehow). He lives in his car (a 10-year-old Saturn subcompact that he drives...well, like a teenage boy) a while until he can save enough for a deposit, then gets an apartment across the street from his job. Not exactly stable, but he's scraping by okay. And today he told me this story:
The other day Lia, a friend of his from Anchorage (of all places), was visiting relatives in Galveston, which is a four-hour drive away from where he lives. He didn't have to work that day, so he figured "why not" and drove out there, or started to. About 100 miles out of Houston ("Officially in the Middle of Nowhere", apparently), one of his tires blows (not entirely surprising, given its age and how he drives). He puts on the doughnut and manages to make it into Katy before it goes too.
In Katy, he finds a shop that tells him his tire will be about $123 to fix ($77 for the tire plus labor). Considering that his entire net worth at the moment is about $90, this is problematic. So he calls Lia, who comes out there with a friend of hers to pick him up. Lia's friend apparently has a suggestion for how to get the rest of the money that doesn't involve asking random strangers for a loan.
Ten minutes later, my dear sweet little brother is $20 poorer and is sitting in the middle of a Texas Hold 'Em poker game, staring across the table at a couple of blue-collar workers and teens like himself.
The dealer finishes dealing. The musical soundtrack of his life reaches a tense climax. He picks up his two hole cards and squints at them.
Flush. Absolute, honest-to-God, cross-his-heart, no-holds-barred flush.
He pushes all his chips into the center of the table and walks away with $200 in his pocket and some very pissed poker players behind him.
He gets his tire (and the other front tire, since they were both pretty old) replaced, and the car handles about a hundred times better as a result on the rest of the trip.
I swear, my brother must have an entire division of angels looking out for him in the "fools and little children" department. Of course, given his name, maybe I shouldn't be quite so surprised that he managed to solve his money problems through gambling...
The Dionaea House
----
I'm rather relieved to report that despite having such a bad morning yesterday, the rest of the day and the evening actually went pretty well. The rehearsal, while it did go late, didn't feel as long as some of the others have. We did our first full dress/staging/tech run through of the show, and the general consensus was that we have between 85-90% of it down, which is excellent for a first run-through.
The problem here being, it was our first run through. Apparently this was mostly due to the high school scheduling the theatre for "The Nutcracker" the weekend before, despite the fact that Perseverance told them we'd need it that weekend for rehearsing. So we had about four days to actually use the space and get the tech elements set up, and time for exactly one run through prior to opening tonight.
In any case, PJ (yes, the same flamingly-gay PJ that taught my Acting I class, he's also the Artistic Director at Perseverance) decided that when he does the pre-show announcements tonight he's going to emphasize that this is the "preview" (they usually do a preview of their shows, but since we're only performing four nights anyway they weren't going to bother with this one) and that it's close but not quite 100% yet. And we get to stay until 11:00 again tonight doing the finishing touches for our official "opening" tomorrow night. Fun.
----
I think theatre is a drug. Either that or a very dysfunctional relationship. See, every time I get caught up in it it takes up so much of my time and energy and is so stressful that I swear up, down, left, right, and sideways that I'm never doing it again. Except then the release at the end is so great that the next time I see an ad for auditions, I figure, "Why the hell not?" And the cycle starts all over again.
Admittedly, it's been somewhat less difficult this time around than it was before. Partially this is because I'm just in the chorus of KIC so I haven't had much work to do with staging and whatnot, so it hasn't been quite as time/energy intensive, and part of it is that I'm not trying to balance it on top of work and school, just a fairly undemanding and unstressful job. So I'm feeling a little more ready to try something semi-intensive.
In any case, according to the paper, there are going to be auditions for one of the Perseverance Second Stage productions, a musical (well, more of a play with music) called Master Class by Terrence McNally. The play mostly revolves around Maria Callas, a very famous and charismatic (if somewhat narcissistic and aging) opera singer, who is teaching a master class in front of an audience (you). From the summaries I can find, I think it'd be a very fun play to do, especially since Joyce Parry-Moore (my one-time music teacher) is going to be playing the lead. However, there're only two soprano parts open, so I have no clue whether or not they'd actually want me. But I figure I'll at least audition. Even if I do get in, the rehearsals don't start until March, so I'll have plenty of time to spend with my boyfriend and kitties. =)
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I talked to my brother on the phone today. For those who're not familiar with his situation, let me give you a summation - he left home a year ago at 18, flew across the country to be with his girlfriend, is living with her and her parents until she breaks up with him. He gets a job at Pizza Hut, moves in with a friend/coworker, said friend kicks him out a couple of months later after he gets a promotion to manager (I don't really know but I figure these two are probably related somehow). He lives in his car (a 10-year-old Saturn subcompact that he drives...well, like a teenage boy) a while until he can save enough for a deposit, then gets an apartment across the street from his job. Not exactly stable, but he's scraping by okay. And today he told me this story:
The other day Lia, a friend of his from Anchorage (of all places), was visiting relatives in Galveston, which is a four-hour drive away from where he lives. He didn't have to work that day, so he figured "why not" and drove out there, or started to. About 100 miles out of Houston ("Officially in the Middle of Nowhere", apparently), one of his tires blows (not entirely surprising, given its age and how he drives). He puts on the doughnut and manages to make it into Katy before it goes too.
In Katy, he finds a shop that tells him his tire will be about $123 to fix ($77 for the tire plus labor). Considering that his entire net worth at the moment is about $90, this is problematic. So he calls Lia, who comes out there with a friend of hers to pick him up. Lia's friend apparently has a suggestion for how to get the rest of the money that doesn't involve asking random strangers for a loan.
Ten minutes later, my dear sweet little brother is $20 poorer and is sitting in the middle of a Texas Hold 'Em poker game, staring across the table at a couple of blue-collar workers and teens like himself.
The dealer finishes dealing. The musical soundtrack of his life reaches a tense climax. He picks up his two hole cards and squints at them.
Flush. Absolute, honest-to-God, cross-his-heart, no-holds-barred flush.
He pushes all his chips into the center of the table and walks away with $200 in his pocket and some very pissed poker players behind him.
He gets his tire (and the other front tire, since they were both pretty old) replaced, and the car handles about a hundred times better as a result on the rest of the trip.
I swear, my brother must have an entire division of angels looking out for him in the "fools and little children" department. Of course, given his name, maybe I shouldn't be quite so surprised that he managed to solve his money problems through gambling...
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Date: 2005-12-02 06:04 am (UTC)