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The feeling of finishing a rehearsal is interesting. It's like bits of the character take a while to fade. I stand that little bit straighter, my consonants are clipped, my vowels broadened, and for a little while after everything I do is more purposeful. The way I think is different. It's slightly eerie-- just a little "eep, come back, me!" feeling. But, um. At least it means I'm getting into character?
Anyway, I thought things went very well today. Only one little section where I tripped over my lines-- the phone call to Bravo. The Rhoda a-Go-Gos are starting to get more and more involved with the scenes and it's really cool.
Oh! But. Apparently, not everyone is as excited about the show as we are. Ooh, yes. The other day Grant got a message on his voice mail from some woman who is apparently furious that we're doing The Bad Seed. She says it's full of devil worship. Yes. Devil worship. Seriously. There's no mention of demonic interference anywhere in the show. Rhoda's not possessed. She's just amoral. It's supposed to be a genetic, psychological condition. And Christine is always saying "God help me!" so presumably she's religious (of course, you don't have to be religious to say "God help me," but I know I've never said it, so I sort of assume it comes more naturally to someone who believes there is a God out there that can and will help them) to some extent. As Amanda pointed out, though, we can't be sure which god she's referring to-- so now I'm really tempted to yell "Osiris help me!" or something on the last night. Which I won't, because Grant would tear my throat out with his teeth. XD Or at least say something about being very disappointed and thinking I had more professionalism than that. But anyway. We might have to cut the little music clip from The Omen we were going to use, now. XD I find this all far too amusing. Grant's doing his best to handle the situation, though, and it shouldn't interfere with anything.
There is a sale at Borders. Eeee. Can you sense my bibliophiliac joy?
I want to make chocolate cake.
And I have no rehearsal on Saturday! I can have a social life this MEA. (Of course, I also have to have a significant chunk of homework-life, but y'know, I'll deal with that.)
Today is a good day.
For those of you who are not having good days, please remember that I love you dearly. Look after yourselves. <3 <3
Anyway, I thought things went very well today. Only one little section where I tripped over my lines-- the phone call to Bravo. The Rhoda a-Go-Gos are starting to get more and more involved with the scenes and it's really cool.
Oh! But. Apparently, not everyone is as excited about the show as we are. Ooh, yes. The other day Grant got a message on his voice mail from some woman who is apparently furious that we're doing The Bad Seed. She says it's full of devil worship. Yes. Devil worship. Seriously. There's no mention of demonic interference anywhere in the show. Rhoda's not possessed. She's just amoral. It's supposed to be a genetic, psychological condition. And Christine is always saying "God help me!" so presumably she's religious (of course, you don't have to be religious to say "God help me," but I know I've never said it, so I sort of assume it comes more naturally to someone who believes there is a God out there that can and will help them) to some extent. As Amanda pointed out, though, we can't be sure which god she's referring to-- so now I'm really tempted to yell "Osiris help me!" or something on the last night. Which I won't, because Grant would tear my throat out with his teeth. XD Or at least say something about being very disappointed and thinking I had more professionalism than that. But anyway. We might have to cut the little music clip from The Omen we were going to use, now. XD I find this all far too amusing. Grant's doing his best to handle the situation, though, and it shouldn't interfere with anything.
There is a sale at Borders. Eeee. Can you sense my bibliophiliac joy?
I want to make chocolate cake.
And I have no rehearsal on Saturday! I can have a social life this MEA. (Of course, I also have to have a significant chunk of homework-life, but y'know, I'll deal with that.)
Today is a good day.
For those of you who are not having good days, please remember that I love you dearly. Look after yourselves. <3 <3