huh.
tonight: heafty head-chest cold, achey muscles from an hour of rehearsal last night spent repeatedly climbing my scene partner. I am still carrying my script. my director asks me to do an impression of an eel (little relevance). then--
"You know, its interesting--I don't get this from many of the other actors, but I feel from you...you don't want to be onstage."
good thing I'm here, then, neh? excuse me while I hack up a lung.
-harker (is sickly)
"You know, its interesting--I don't get this from many of the other actors, but I feel from you...you don't want to be onstage."
good thing I'm here, then, neh? excuse me while I hack up a lung.
-harker (is sickly)