The Magic Flute and related shiz
Just popping in quickly to say that the Magic Flute is going really well! And I feel that deserves a place in my journal. Tomorrow is the matinee and I'm quite sad that it will all be over!
On the other hand, I'm really tired of being nothing but a chorus wench. With the amount of work I put into singing, shouldn't I be getting parts by now? Okay yeah it's my fault because I missed the auditions due to stalking Tom Felton and then going to Japan, but maybe if I was better connected I would have had more than a few days notice for the auditions and could have planned things a bit better. Which brings me to my next point of angst:
Why do I suck so much at networking?
Whenever there are people to be networked with, I tend to fade into the background and stay out of people's way. I don't want to inconvenience anyone. I don't want to look like an upstart when I'm just a chorus member. Then there's always that one person in the chorus who gets in with the principles and starts going out for drinks with them, and heaven knows how valuable that could be for them at some point in their career as a musician!!!
Take this one guy for example. Let's call him Piano Hands. (That's what my friends are calling him to me so I can spare myself the indignity of repeating his name several times in a conversation about him.) He's a piano major at the Con, and I at once want him and resent him. I WANT to throw him up against a wall and make out with him. I RESENT that he's going out with a girl who's not even legal. I WANT his beautiful pianist's hands doing dexterous things not related to the piano. I RESENT that he's so much better at networking than I am, with SINGERS, and he's not even a singer, and I am, and he's two years younger than me. I mean what the hell? I went to one of the dressing rooms to be a groupie and get some signatures in my program, and there was Piano Hands, sitting around with them and gossiping. I was like, ugh, I should have been up here with them, not you!
And speaking of Piano Hands, according to pretty much everyone he's completely arrogant, and yes I've picked up on that, but to be honest, I sort of enjoy it. I've made it no secret that when he plays I pretty much die and go to heaven, and I've made a point of telling him that when I next see him play I'll want a good view of the keyboard so I can admire his graceful hands. The delicious thing about that is, that when he comes back for more fangirling from me, and is not subtle about it, I get to enjoy conversations like this (This happened this evening while we were waiting backstage for an entry):
Him: *mimes playing piano along with the orchestra, then stops and makes eye contact with me*
Me: *looks back, blankly*
Him: So what is it about my hands?
Me: Pardon?
Him: What is it about my hands exactly?
Me: Well, they're not doing anything right now.
Him: *tries miming piano playing more vigorously*
Me: Nope. There's no piano. It's just not the same.
Him: *slightly gutted*
Seriously though, although it seems like none of the other girls in the chorus agree with me, to me, he's so unreasonably attractive, it's like God himself put this guy in the world just to torture me. That he hasn't caught me raking my eyes over his immaculate figure in pretty much every rehearsal is a freaking wonder. I very nearly checked him out ON STAGE during a performance before realising how embarrassing that would be.