guh.
I need to get back into the mighty swing of things at school. I came home briefly this weekend because on my calculations I can't come home during the month of February at ALL due to The Visit run crew and the beginning of Cinderella rehearsals. Gah. No homesickness allowed. *beats self up about it* Not allowed. I'm going to be busy and it's going to be great. I have interesting, exciting classes (with a helluva lot of reading homework unfortunately), a good job in the costume shop (I learn new stuff every day there and it's flexible and it's in my building and it's low pressure thank GOD), a lot of good friends, I'm GOING to be in rehearsals for Cinderella as soon as The Visit is over with, and that in itself is going to be an adventure... so I can't be homesick. And I can't be distracted and I can't be... pouty or blah or whatever.
*palmface* Not. Allowed.
I had a dream last night that I was at a summer camp for theatre on the Loyola campus but I didn't know anyone there except Mo (who didn't talk to me for some reason?) and Kyle (who was too squirrelly for his own good, of course). We went to "choir time" but it was set up like a band room and the counselor or whatever was like "okay, everybody do vocal and physical warm ups," and who walks in as we begin but Stephen Sondheim. He sits down and watches, listens, takes pictures of us doing dance-ish warm ups. We're all freaking out, of course. He gets up on the stage thing with us and says "Okay. Everyone grab a folder and we'll start intrumentating this... Annette, you take the piano," he says, pointing to me. I don't bother correcting him on my name, instead I manage to hoarsely whisper "I don't play piano." He stops, looks at me, kind of laughs (but not quite condescendingly) and says, "Well, then you're the only person here who doesn't." I make this sort of horrified croak sound and go, "I know." He laughs, kindly, and gives me a sheet that says "percussion". The music is for Company. We all split up in the sections and he hands control back over to the counselor while he watches/listens again. We start playing "Side by Side by Side/What Would We Do Without You?". And it's good. I'm playing triangle and cymbals and supposedly (according to the sheet) bells, which I choose to ignore. Sondheim is just chilling there, nodding and listening and watching. I want so badly to go to him and ask his help on "Getting Married Today" but we're busy playing the song and singing at the same time and I'm horrified he won't talk to me or something stupid like that. *scratches head*
Bargh. Dad bought me the dvd's of Sondheim's Passion and the Sweeney Todd concert version with LuPone and Hearn and a kajillion other awesome people. *spazzes out* We watched Passion last night and, of course, I am dying to do the show. :\ Have been since I heard the music this summer for the first time. Gah. Going to watch Sweeney soon. Also bought The Importance of Being Earnest cause it's a cute movie adaptation, duh.
Sigh. Flail. Flop.
*palmface* Not. Allowed.
I had a dream last night that I was at a summer camp for theatre on the Loyola campus but I didn't know anyone there except Mo (who didn't talk to me for some reason?) and Kyle (who was too squirrelly for his own good, of course). We went to "choir time" but it was set up like a band room and the counselor or whatever was like "okay, everybody do vocal and physical warm ups," and who walks in as we begin but Stephen Sondheim. He sits down and watches, listens, takes pictures of us doing dance-ish warm ups. We're all freaking out, of course. He gets up on the stage thing with us and says "Okay. Everyone grab a folder and we'll start intrumentating this... Annette, you take the piano," he says, pointing to me. I don't bother correcting him on my name, instead I manage to hoarsely whisper "I don't play piano." He stops, looks at me, kind of laughs (but not quite condescendingly) and says, "Well, then you're the only person here who doesn't." I make this sort of horrified croak sound and go, "I know." He laughs, kindly, and gives me a sheet that says "percussion". The music is for Company. We all split up in the sections and he hands control back over to the counselor while he watches/listens again. We start playing "Side by Side by Side/What Would We Do Without You?". And it's good. I'm playing triangle and cymbals and supposedly (according to the sheet) bells, which I choose to ignore. Sondheim is just chilling there, nodding and listening and watching. I want so badly to go to him and ask his help on "Getting Married Today" but we're busy playing the song and singing at the same time and I'm horrified he won't talk to me or something stupid like that. *scratches head*
Bargh. Dad bought me the dvd's of Sondheim's Passion and the Sweeney Todd concert version with LuPone and Hearn and a kajillion other awesome people. *spazzes out* We watched Passion last night and, of course, I am dying to do the show. :\ Have been since I heard the music this summer for the first time. Gah. Going to watch Sweeney soon. Also bought The Importance of Being Earnest cause it's a cute movie adaptation, duh.
Sigh. Flail. Flop.