Because everything has been a complete blur since Thursday night.
Logan's impov group had a show at Art Six at nine on Thursday night. It was late to stay out for me, but
truthordara and her friend and Dale were there, so it was fun. Logan is very good at that kind of thing and he kept several of the skits moving in a funny direction. What do you think they would name a superpower-granting breakfast food? It was making people do all kinds of things on that stage... Dara and I just randomly look at each other now and say "Turkey Muff" just to see who will crack first. On Sunday we were all cracking up again at rehearsal. My brothers can do that to me, too, but not anyone else I know. It takes a special kind of person to catch me off guard that badly and Logan is one of them.
So, we I went to Dale's a couple times and I don't even remember what we did the first time. Was it blocking? Crap. Anyway, and then she told us that she wanted us off-book by the weekend. Which was fine for me - I have all of, what, 25 lines... but she has lines on almost all 11 pages. And she's done. \0/ And then Sunday was six hours of exercises and running lines and damned if I can't remember the blocking from Thursday. I'm singing John Mayer songs in key and my voice is getting deeper. A little. I couldn't do that before, anyway. If this wasn't so much fun, I'd be rolling my eyes at MYSELF. Go ahead, s'ok, I don't mind. *g* We have one 3 page scene together, where Rosalind taunts Orlando, so mostly I just get to watch. But we all have to stay in character for the whole evening while we mingle. THAT is making me more nervous than anything. It's like, hello? Yes, I am playing a man. Yes, I am a woman playing a man who is in love with a woman pretending to be a man pretending to be a woman. Uh. Huh. Yeah.
But after completely focused effort all afternoon on Sunday, I crashed on Dale's couch and watched Campbell Scott give quite a litanous rendition of Hamlet. They only cut one scene and then one line from one scene (qua? whatever.). It was mostly devoid of cheese. I like Mel's, s'ok don't get me wrong, but this one had a tenor of reality to it that I hadn't seen... well, ever. The funny part was that somehow the analyses of versions got us onto Luhrmann's Romeo & Juliet and how he had his actors rape the important scenes of dialogue, often violently and without protection. We think it was a device (nuclear!)... OH DEAR GOD I am turning into a Shakespeare geek. If I start in on Jane Austen, please someone bitch-slap me in the face.
There is so much fanfic to read! And so much to write! Yes, preludetoanend, you have nabbed me again with the "cold" question, I just don't know if I can stay awake long enough to hammer it out!