Life kind of sucks. See, there's this thing where I tried my very best to be not at all involved in the musical. I did. I did my very best. And then they needed dressers for the (multiple!) quick-changes. So I said, "Okay. I'll help. But only if you don't have enough people by tech week." And they didn't. That was cool. I can be a dresser. That's nice and low-maintenance and I don't have to be there every single night because I'm doing it out of the goodness of my heart.
And then everybody started getting sick. The plague began to spread through the theatre and everyone fell to it - everyone IN the show, that is. Techies are fine. One of the girls is so ill that she went to the ER last night with a temperature of 103.0. She has a speaking/named role. One that sings, too. And then I, in a brief moment of insanity, said, "What can I do to help you, Dr. Fran." And she said, "If you could give me a new lease on life, a strong mezzo-soprano, the remedy to the common cold, and more techs than the show currently possesses, you would make my life that much easier."
And then I said, "I have a mezzo for you, ma'am." She said, "Who?" I said, "Me, ma'am."
It was at that very moment that I realized I had finally lost my mind.
Not only that, I get to learn how to swing dance. In three days. With my ex, who is in the show and is not yet over me, because of the simple fact that I am with someone else and no longer at all interested in him.
Yeah. This is going to go GREAT.
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Yep, you lost your mind. Nothing to do now but suck it up and do what you said you would. Who knows, maybe you'll even enjoy it?
Eh. From what I hear, it'll only be one performance, but I will be most pleased if the actress gets better by tomorrow. I've got the part memorized now and the song is nearly learned, so it'll be fine in any case.
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