Eden Espinosa & a broken dancer
Alright, after last night's little panick attack I finally fell asleep around 3 AM which gave me a whole 3 hours of sleep ... hurray?
I had hoped for a quiet 3 hours of sleep but of course my subconcious had other plans and I had the most crazy dream ever!
It started with me sitting in a theatre in London, ready to see We Will Rock You. I was there with some girls I haven't seen since elementary school, my uncle's ex-wife (she's not my aunt!) and my two cousins. I had taken them to see WWRY because I thought they would like to see a Rock Musical.
I wasn't really happy to see it because it meant I wasn't seeing Wicked for the thirth time. So during the entire musical all of my guests kept talking and doing anything but pay attention to what was happening on stage. After the curtain fell, they couldn't get out of the theatre fast enough.
Next thing I know I'm at home (I don't live anywhere near London so this should have made me realise I was dreaming) waking up after the entire musical dissaster. All of the others had already woken up and they were getting dressed. I asked if they had a great time and they just said "Well ... It wasn't all bad" which made me angry. By this point I realise there is a green woman in a black dress in my room, folding a blanket. All I can think is "Hey, that's Eden Espinosa." but I'm too pissed off to actually say anything to her or to realise she's in full Elphaba dress. All of them start to go downstairs.
I walk into the bathroom and I try to turn on the lights but it seems none of them work so I run back out into the hallway and I yell to the people downstairs "A little help would be appreciated you idiots!"
I go back into the bathroom and I start to wash my face in complete darkness when I can feel someone in the room with me. Someone is opening the curtain for me so I have some light. I turn around but I can't see anyone so I realise they are invisible (like that's a normal thing to be!) I put my hand on, what I assumed, the hand of the person opening the curtain and they gasp. I realise it's Eden so I say "Eden?" (smart huh)
She turns visible and I put her hand on my cheek and say "I'm sorry I was a bitch just now, I realise it's not your fault that the others didn't like the musical." She looks into my eyes and she leans down ... to kiss me! The weird thing was, she was still in the green make-up. Next thing I know I'm sitting on the floor with Eden in my lap and my hands on her ass ... WTF? Okay, the rest of my dream is very much NC-17 so I won't get into that.
In other news ... I was supposed to do the song If by Kristin Chenoweth at a benefit for children with autism on sunday. And I don't mean just the song but the entire beating-up-the-dead-guy routine too. One of the ensemble members was going to play the dead guy. The thing is, he called this morning to say he couldn't make it to the rehearsal because he tore his back out when he got out of bed this morning. This means I won't be able to slap him around on sunday which means I need to find a replacement act right now. I'm thinking about singing For Good because I've already sung that as a duet with a friend so I don't have to practice too much. Guess I'll go and have a talk with my vocal coach for a crash session to get the entire song worked out before sunday ...
Alright, back to work for me!
I had hoped for a quiet 3 hours of sleep but of course my subconcious had other plans and I had the most crazy dream ever!
It started with me sitting in a theatre in London, ready to see We Will Rock You. I was there with some girls I haven't seen since elementary school, my uncle's ex-wife (she's not my aunt!) and my two cousins. I had taken them to see WWRY because I thought they would like to see a Rock Musical.
I wasn't really happy to see it because it meant I wasn't seeing Wicked for the thirth time. So during the entire musical all of my guests kept talking and doing anything but pay attention to what was happening on stage. After the curtain fell, they couldn't get out of the theatre fast enough.
Next thing I know I'm at home (I don't live anywhere near London so this should have made me realise I was dreaming) waking up after the entire musical dissaster. All of the others had already woken up and they were getting dressed. I asked if they had a great time and they just said "Well ... It wasn't all bad" which made me angry. By this point I realise there is a green woman in a black dress in my room, folding a blanket. All I can think is "Hey, that's Eden Espinosa." but I'm too pissed off to actually say anything to her or to realise she's in full Elphaba dress. All of them start to go downstairs.
I walk into the bathroom and I try to turn on the lights but it seems none of them work so I run back out into the hallway and I yell to the people downstairs "A little help would be appreciated you idiots!"
I go back into the bathroom and I start to wash my face in complete darkness when I can feel someone in the room with me. Someone is opening the curtain for me so I have some light. I turn around but I can't see anyone so I realise they are invisible (like that's a normal thing to be!) I put my hand on, what I assumed, the hand of the person opening the curtain and they gasp. I realise it's Eden so I say "Eden?" (smart huh)
She turns visible and I put her hand on my cheek and say "I'm sorry I was a bitch just now, I realise it's not your fault that the others didn't like the musical." She looks into my eyes and she leans down ... to kiss me! The weird thing was, she was still in the green make-up. Next thing I know I'm sitting on the floor with Eden in my lap and my hands on her ass ... WTF? Okay, the rest of my dream is very much NC-17 so I won't get into that.
In other news ... I was supposed to do the song If by Kristin Chenoweth at a benefit for children with autism on sunday. And I don't mean just the song but the entire beating-up-the-dead-guy routine too. One of the ensemble members was going to play the dead guy. The thing is, he called this morning to say he couldn't make it to the rehearsal because he tore his back out when he got out of bed this morning. This means I won't be able to slap him around on sunday which means I need to find a replacement act right now. I'm thinking about singing For Good because I've already sung that as a duet with a friend so I don't have to practice too much. Guess I'll go and have a talk with my vocal coach for a crash session to get the entire song worked out before sunday ...
Alright, back to work for me!