ruins, relics, disciples and the young
The strangest thing about Beaver is that my eyes always hurt.
I mean, I spend most of the first act completely in tears, so my eyes tend to be red and prone to crying for several hours after rehearsal ends. I'm worried about giving myself an eye infection or something, but crying is a pretty sterile process. As long as I keep things out of there, I should be pretty clear, right?
Also, yesterday was the first rehearsal in costume. I'm pretty comfortable in the tube top getup, but the bathing suit getup and the lingerie are taking a little getting used to. Mostly the bathing suit, since the lingerie is pretty cute and pretty fleeting. I know that under stage lights and in and out of the dark it'll be a little more flattering than under fluorescents; I also know that when that happens there will be several more people watching, a number that will only increase to well over a hundred on opening night.
Mrrrr.
But you have to keep on going and faking the confidence you don't have.
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Anyway. The whole Greg thing seems to blowing over a lot easier than anticipated - I'm chalking that up to it not lasting that long. Oddly enough, having that happen rekindled an actual friendship with John instead of a superficial one. If I wasn't leaving, maybe I'd be able to salvage more than that... As it stands, I guess I'll take what I can get.
He's a good guy and a great friend and it will hurt to lose that. I know he's going to read this, but it's still uncensored thus far.
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Someone bring me mint Girl Guide cookies. The old school ones without the chalky filling inside.
I mean, I spend most of the first act completely in tears, so my eyes tend to be red and prone to crying for several hours after rehearsal ends. I'm worried about giving myself an eye infection or something, but crying is a pretty sterile process. As long as I keep things out of there, I should be pretty clear, right?
Also, yesterday was the first rehearsal in costume. I'm pretty comfortable in the tube top getup, but the bathing suit getup and the lingerie are taking a little getting used to. Mostly the bathing suit, since the lingerie is pretty cute and pretty fleeting. I know that under stage lights and in and out of the dark it'll be a little more flattering than under fluorescents; I also know that when that happens there will be several more people watching, a number that will only increase to well over a hundred on opening night.
Mrrrr.
But you have to keep on going and faking the confidence you don't have.
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Anyway. The whole Greg thing seems to blowing over a lot easier than anticipated - I'm chalking that up to it not lasting that long. Oddly enough, having that happen rekindled an actual friendship with John instead of a superficial one. If I wasn't leaving, maybe I'd be able to salvage more than that... As it stands, I guess I'll take what I can get.
He's a good guy and a great friend and it will hurt to lose that. I know he's going to read this, but it's still uncensored thus far.
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Someone bring me mint Girl Guide cookies. The old school ones without the chalky filling inside.