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The less I say about G20 the better. It makes me scared, it makes me angry, it makes me hesitant and a slew of other emotions. I've heard of cops riling up the crowds on purpose and of protestors looking for any excuse for destruction but for now I'll leave it at it's a whole different world when you get a mob involved on either side and I don't feel I have the right to fully judge what went on on Saturday. All I know is that I barely missed it and I'm glad I got far away.
In the very small world that is Toronto theatre, Meg has now met one of my castmates. Things are beginning to cave in.
I always have to remind myself every show that there will be a period of the rehearsal process where things just plain go wrong. This is where we're at right now. And it's not even that things are going wrong they're just....not going forward. We don't necessarily have a solid script yet, we have cast members dropping out and we're all at an impasse as to who our characters are exactly. Add to that a complicated performance schedule and everyone in the cast is a bit on edge at the moment, which is why I'm hoping we can all talk to the director as a group just to alleviate our fears. The thing is, I am enjoying myself. I would love to be able to finish this with a bang. I like the character, I like the cast, I like the concept for the story, all of that just needs to come together it seems.
At any rate, broadsword is interesting to learn. Everyone continues to be super insanely patient with me as I bumble my way through fight scenes, and bit by painstaking bit I'm getting the movements down. I'm hoping that that part comes together. There's something very lovely about going through fight drills, sorry, not lovely, empowering. You feel naturally tougher even though you're holding a broom stick. That goes for the stance as well.
Oy, I be getting tired, more on this tomorrow.