Girls Just Want to Dance to Tyra Banks!
Yesterday, we checked out the LGBT Center, where we're staging the live version of 'Girls Just Want to Have Fun' on June 12th. It's going to be a benefit for the Center's artists group. The space is echo-y, but we have stairs to utilize (hmmmm...Showgirls production in the future?) and a conference room that can be our green room. I was inspired by seeing the place, so I came home and pounded out a good portion of the script. The hardest thing is deciding how to squash scenes together, leave things out, and still get in all the great one-liners. Then, I attempted to email and call everyone that I want to cast. I also checked in with my dj, since there isn't a sound system there at all. I can't wait to meet the choreographer.
I also found a Cyndi Lauper cd and a mix cd w/ 'Dancing in Heaven', the 6-minute LP version. I also bid online on the LP, but I'm not going to depend on that. The soundtrack is soooo out of print and not available on any other format, but we're also going to try to download songs. I also turned in the poster to be used for advertising.
I got drunk on PBR when I went to the Muscle night. Something about Pabst always gets me so depressed, though. I did most of an art show while buzzed or flat out drunk on the stuff, but it was good for the drawings I was doing at the time. Anyway, this one guy told me: "I really want to hate you, but I just can't." Thanks? Oh, and the hate-mailer was there, but we just smiled and laughed. Maybe he can't hate me, either.
Still hearing good feedback from the reading on Wed. The writer is giving me more lines. I'm not really a line hog, though. I just like to pop in every so often and make the most of few lines. One of the actors in the cast laughed when I called myself a 'character actor'. "With that face?" Yeah, I admitted, that's why I don't get cast. I started out acting as an old man w/ tons o' makeup, and I love being covered in clothing and such and becoming odd characters. Playing a baby-stealing Broadway Gutter Punk was my best part in the shows I did w/ the now defunct Outcast Productions. But, people don't see me that way. That's why drag allows me to act. But, for this reading I concentrated on being humble, selling the script and story, just like a model for Tyra Banks (heard her song last night and danced to it!). It's a bigger challenge to just look like myself, but be a character.
I also found a Cyndi Lauper cd and a mix cd w/ 'Dancing in Heaven', the 6-minute LP version. I also bid online on the LP, but I'm not going to depend on that. The soundtrack is soooo out of print and not available on any other format, but we're also going to try to download songs. I also turned in the poster to be used for advertising.
I got drunk on PBR when I went to the Muscle night. Something about Pabst always gets me so depressed, though. I did most of an art show while buzzed or flat out drunk on the stuff, but it was good for the drawings I was doing at the time. Anyway, this one guy told me: "I really want to hate you, but I just can't." Thanks? Oh, and the hate-mailer was there, but we just smiled and laughed. Maybe he can't hate me, either.
Still hearing good feedback from the reading on Wed. The writer is giving me more lines. I'm not really a line hog, though. I just like to pop in every so often and make the most of few lines. One of the actors in the cast laughed when I called myself a 'character actor'. "With that face?" Yeah, I admitted, that's why I don't get cast. I started out acting as an old man w/ tons o' makeup, and I love being covered in clothing and such and becoming odd characters. Playing a baby-stealing Broadway Gutter Punk was my best part in the shows I did w/ the now defunct Outcast Productions. But, people don't see me that way. That's why drag allows me to act. But, for this reading I concentrated on being humble, selling the script and story, just like a model for Tyra Banks (heard her song last night and danced to it!). It's a bigger challenge to just look like myself, but be a character.