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Where do I start?
I'm not sure, so I guess I'll just...
Err...
Okay, rehearsal.
I get there a couple minutes after five, wander around for a bit, get my makeup "did" by the oh-so-awesome Sarah.
They bring in our costumes, so I grab all of mine.
Get into my first one.
Go with Rocco to get a mic.
The guy gives me my mic, also tells me to take some tape.
I ask if I can take the tape backstage, because I wasn't planning on putting on my mic 'till the second act.
(Afterall, that's the only act I need it for.)
But the guy's a grouch.
Says I need to wear it for the enter show.
Fine.
I put on the mic, tape it, then get back to the chorus room just as they're finishing warming up.
Darn.
We're starting really soon and I still don't have my hair "did."
...I didn't even have time to curl my hair tonight.
I'm also starting to sweat from running around and the fact that the air conditioning doesn't work in the chorus room.
Makeup starts running.
Gotta blot.
Blot, blot, blot.
(Is it spelled with two "t"s, or just one?)
I blotted throughout the night.
So the rehearsal started off pretty good.
Prologue was kind of sort of a mess.
The cue for me and "my daughter" to get on line for the carousel is right after two other girls do, but both girls were late, and by the time me and "my daughter" get in line, the thing's already started.
The rest of the first act was pretty cool.
The tape on my mic didn't stick.
So it's slowly falling out during one of the ensemble numbers, but then I see another girl who's got a mic, who pinned it into her hair.
...Why didn't I think of that?
So I did it when I got backstage.
Much better.
Had a little trouble finding some hairpins, but much better.
Ya know what's a bitch?
Changing out of my one costume into my Starkeeping one.
The guy who made the Starkeeping costume put a bra inside of it.
The bra is too small.
...But that was the whole point.
He wanted my boobage to show.
But it's a pain in the butt to put on.
'Cause my skin's all moist and sticky for running around, being out in the stage lights, etc., etc.
Then I've gotta try to put this outfit on, which is almost impossible to do because it's so sticky.
Of course, I always manage to do so.
Somehow.
Everything started to go downhill for me at the start of the heaven scene.
The set for that particular scene is crazy, and there wasn't enough time for the crew to get everything set up before the curtain opened.
I was ladder-less.
Again.
*tear*
The clothesline wasn't fully set up.
So I just pretended to hang stars.
But it's totally okay.
It was the first night of attempting to put the scene together, so there was bound to be some mistakes.
It just threw me off for the rest of the show, though.
Gosh, I was SO out of character.
I was horrible.
Miserable.
It was just... bad.
I thought to myself: "on my next audition sheet, Eric's (our director) gonna write 'NOMS.' "
(Note: NOMS=Not On My Stage)
So bad.
The guy who made my costume also brought in these feather wings for me to wear.
We tried them tonight.
Didn't work too well.
The feathers were falling out.
I kept bumping into everything.
It clashed with the dress.
Eric said no.
The worst part of the night for me was the last scene.
I'm supposed to give this "graduation scene," and I completely messed it up.
I was just talking, going along with it, and then I blank out.
Oh, shit.
So then I'm going through my mind, thinking of the last few lines I said in hopes of jogging my memory.
Doesn't work.
So I try to think of something that's along the lines of the lines that I'm forgetting.
But that doesn't work, because I don't remember anything about the lines I'm forgetting.
So then I just decide to skip to the next part of the speech that I remember.
So that was about a twenty thousand second pause.
In the meantime, there's another part of me just staring down at this podium that's I'm standing behind.
There are four nails in the middle of it.
I'm standing there thinking: "Man, they're really uneven."
...
asdfjkl;
I don't know.
I just don't know.
Three days away from opening night.
Still suck as the Starkeeper.
Still don't have all of my props.
Still not sure how to have my hair "did."
Still not sure how to have my makeup "did" for the final scene.
The woman in charge of makeup told me to just use white powder to give the illusion that I'm old, but it didn't work.
The powder just blended in.
Disappeared.
Went invisible.
I hope I can pull everything together before Thursday.
I really, really hope so.
This is my only chance, besides auditions, to really impress Eric.
I'm doing a horrible job with it so far.
It makes me really nervous.
NOMS.
Aargh.
I'm not sure, so I guess I'll just...
Err...
Okay, rehearsal.
I get there a couple minutes after five, wander around for a bit, get my makeup "did" by the oh-so-awesome Sarah.
They bring in our costumes, so I grab all of mine.
Get into my first one.
Go with Rocco to get a mic.
The guy gives me my mic, also tells me to take some tape.
I ask if I can take the tape backstage, because I wasn't planning on putting on my mic 'till the second act.
(Afterall, that's the only act I need it for.)
But the guy's a grouch.
Says I need to wear it for the enter show.
Fine.
I put on the mic, tape it, then get back to the chorus room just as they're finishing warming up.
Darn.
We're starting really soon and I still don't have my hair "did."
...I didn't even have time to curl my hair tonight.
I'm also starting to sweat from running around and the fact that the air conditioning doesn't work in the chorus room.
Makeup starts running.
Gotta blot.
Blot, blot, blot.
(Is it spelled with two "t"s, or just one?)
I blotted throughout the night.
So the rehearsal started off pretty good.
Prologue was kind of sort of a mess.
The cue for me and "my daughter" to get on line for the carousel is right after two other girls do, but both girls were late, and by the time me and "my daughter" get in line, the thing's already started.
The rest of the first act was pretty cool.
The tape on my mic didn't stick.
So it's slowly falling out during one of the ensemble numbers, but then I see another girl who's got a mic, who pinned it into her hair.
...Why didn't I think of that?
So I did it when I got backstage.
Much better.
Had a little trouble finding some hairpins, but much better.
Ya know what's a bitch?
Changing out of my one costume into my Starkeeping one.
The guy who made the Starkeeping costume put a bra inside of it.
The bra is too small.
...But that was the whole point.
He wanted my boobage to show.
But it's a pain in the butt to put on.
'Cause my skin's all moist and sticky for running around, being out in the stage lights, etc., etc.
Then I've gotta try to put this outfit on, which is almost impossible to do because it's so sticky.
Of course, I always manage to do so.
Somehow.
Everything started to go downhill for me at the start of the heaven scene.
The set for that particular scene is crazy, and there wasn't enough time for the crew to get everything set up before the curtain opened.
I was ladder-less.
Again.
*tear*
The clothesline wasn't fully set up.
So I just pretended to hang stars.
But it's totally okay.
It was the first night of attempting to put the scene together, so there was bound to be some mistakes.
It just threw me off for the rest of the show, though.
Gosh, I was SO out of character.
I was horrible.
Miserable.
It was just... bad.
I thought to myself: "on my next audition sheet, Eric's (our director) gonna write 'NOMS.' "
(Note: NOMS=Not On My Stage)
So bad.
The guy who made my costume also brought in these feather wings for me to wear.
We tried them tonight.
Didn't work too well.
The feathers were falling out.
I kept bumping into everything.
It clashed with the dress.
Eric said no.
The worst part of the night for me was the last scene.
I'm supposed to give this "graduation scene," and I completely messed it up.
I was just talking, going along with it, and then I blank out.
Oh, shit.
So then I'm going through my mind, thinking of the last few lines I said in hopes of jogging my memory.
Doesn't work.
So I try to think of something that's along the lines of the lines that I'm forgetting.
But that doesn't work, because I don't remember anything about the lines I'm forgetting.
So then I just decide to skip to the next part of the speech that I remember.
So that was about a twenty thousand second pause.
In the meantime, there's another part of me just staring down at this podium that's I'm standing behind.
There are four nails in the middle of it.
I'm standing there thinking: "Man, they're really uneven."
...
asdfjkl;
I don't know.
I just don't know.
Three days away from opening night.
Still suck as the Starkeeper.
Still don't have all of my props.
Still not sure how to have my hair "did."
Still not sure how to have my makeup "did" for the final scene.
The woman in charge of makeup told me to just use white powder to give the illusion that I'm old, but it didn't work.
The powder just blended in.
Disappeared.
Went invisible.
I hope I can pull everything together before Thursday.
I really, really hope so.
This is my only chance, besides auditions, to really impress Eric.
I'm doing a horrible job with it so far.
It makes me really nervous.
NOMS.
Aargh.