Adventures in sound tech
Last night, as I was collecting the last of the mics from one of the women's dressing rooms, one of the sophomore(?) costume assistants asked me, "Hey, are you a freshman, or what?"
I confirmed that I was, and she said, "We were all wondering, because you're so on top of things, and we're like, 'Is that girl a freshman?' Do you have a lot of experience or something?"
So I beamed a little and told her that I'd been acting for a long time, and done some SMing, so I have that "Don't worry! I'll take care of you!" mentality, and she said, "Well, we need more of that around here."
I left in a much better mood than I'd gone in, and I was in a pretty good mood to start with.
And then I finished everything up and was out of the theater by 11:15.
So we have to make sure the mic transmitters are waterproof, because a lot of them are worn right next to an actor's skin, under several layers of clothing and stage lights, while the actor is dancing.
The best way to waterproof them, apparently?
Stuff each pack in a condom.
And come on. It is physically impossible not to make jokes when they snag on a sharp corner and break.
We go through a box a night. And that just breaks down all my filters for the night. Once your hands and techie blacks are covered in latex dust, what's the point in self-censoring?
I confirmed that I was, and she said, "We were all wondering, because you're so on top of things, and we're like, 'Is that girl a freshman?' Do you have a lot of experience or something?"
So I beamed a little and told her that I'd been acting for a long time, and done some SMing, so I have that "Don't worry! I'll take care of you!" mentality, and she said, "Well, we need more of that around here."
I left in a much better mood than I'd gone in, and I was in a pretty good mood to start with.
And then I finished everything up and was out of the theater by 11:15.
So we have to make sure the mic transmitters are waterproof, because a lot of them are worn right next to an actor's skin, under several layers of clothing and stage lights, while the actor is dancing.
The best way to waterproof them, apparently?
Stuff each pack in a condom.
And come on. It is physically impossible not to make jokes when they snag on a sharp corner and break.
We go through a box a night. And that just breaks down all my filters for the night. Once your hands and techie blacks are covered in latex dust, what's the point in self-censoring?