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Yesterday. Wow. It was interesting. The day started ok, My throat was a bit sore (foreshadowing of what was still to come) but other than that, everything seemed to be going great. It went downhill from there. Te bus ride was alright, until I realized I had left my bag at the school. We had to call Mora and she had to turn around and get it. Then we were late for our rehearsal. We go in to set the set and several set pieces were dropped on my foot. Then we got our room for the day and it was scorching hot. I sweated off my makeup 3 times!!! I go outside where its nice and cool and another play's cast is coming off stage and they walk past me. A few minutes later I encountered one of the females from that cast and she recognized me from walking past before. She took a close look at me and says, "Wait, your an actor?!?! I thought you were a old guy like 40 or 50! You really creeped me out, outside." I guess thats a compliment to Mrs. Rosenbusch for my makeup and Ms. Mora for the graying of my hair. Then my voice began to go. That was not good but I had come prepared,I had tea. But I needed a microwave. So I did the unthinkable, I chose to invade the director hospitality room! Hey I looked 40 right? So I get on the forbidden elevator and begin to rise. I get to the 2nd floor and te door doesnt open, and it still doesnt open... This could be very very bad. Stuck on an elevator I am not supposed to be on. I continue to press the open door button and nothing happens. I'm fixin to start freaking out when I hear something behind me. I turn to look and realize, it's a two door elevator. On top of that the hospitality room is in a hallway of classrooms in Wimberley High so I am being watched by a female student who is laughing rather in excess and enjoying herself rather thoroughly. I tell her that I am looking for the director hospitality room and she does. We go in there is no microwave, but there was some good food. She then shows me to the teachers lounge and there is a microwave! Yay! I go in to use the microwave and she stands in the door watching, a teacher conveniantly comes to the lounge and yells at my tour guide that students are absolutely not allowed in the teachers lounge. Luckily she does not blow my cover the teacher comes in, followed by two more and simply act like I belong, "hey, how ya doin? Good to see ya." etc. I heat up my water take a muffin say my goodbyes and leave. so that wasnt too bad of an experience. But then its our turn to perform. As soon as we turn off the work lights a thick liquid begins to drip from my nose, yes my nose is bleeding a few mere seconds before we start the play. And I go onstage a few mere seconds after the beginning of the play. I manage to get a paper towel, I shove it up into my nose and go onstage. About halfway through the performance my voice is all but gone. I am practically shouting to get regular volume, and I still have a scene left where I am supposed to shout. I somehow manage to get it out but I was in extreme pain. We finish the performance and my shirt is soaked through with sweat and my face is literally pouring sweat onto the ground. I did not receive an award. During the critique the judges confirm my worst fear and tell me to do what mora and rosenbsch have been arguing with me about all week. They are sitting directly behind me and enjoying themselves immensely. His only comment to elissa was that she did well at looking like she belonged with me (we're married in the play) and one of the little rosenbuschs screams out, "They were meant to be together!" I was the last person to order food at Dairy Queen, where there were 3 people working. Two cashiers and one guy making all the food. So while I'm waiting 20 minutes for my food I become acquainted with the 2 cashiers. I had ordered not only my food but also Lani and Michelle's. I am carrying two massive trays of food, I drop the one with my food on it. My burger lands on the table still wrapped but my fries and drink are not so fortunate. I mop it up myself. The entire company (cast crew alternates directors and little rosenbuschs) thoroughly enjoy watching my demise, all day.
I quit.
I quit.