Lighting
So today I was up on 8 foot ladders aiming and focusing lights for Wonka and putting in Gels. It was another ridiculously late night at school but my principal bought me a teacher. Putting the Pal back in Princi, thats what I say. It was really nice of her.
Writing that post last night really did help because I felt much more in control of my emotions. The only time I started to lose it again was with my percussionists. They have to feel bad already about how they play because the look on my face is just absolute hoplessness, but they have NO RHYTHM! I've never heard anything like it. In today's moment of percussive despair I said, "I can't possibly conduct every single note to you guys. I have a whole group, it's impossible, please just read READ PLEASE!! ALL I WANTED WAS A MEASLEY EIGHTH NOTE! I very nicely explained the TEMPO PLEASE!!!"
and Maren is now my computer and is telling me how much she enjoys feeling me type. It's uncomfortable, but stimulating. GOTTA JET!!! and ain't talkin When you're a...
all the way.
Dan
Writing that post last night really did help because I felt much more in control of my emotions. The only time I started to lose it again was with my percussionists. They have to feel bad already about how they play because the look on my face is just absolute hoplessness, but they have NO RHYTHM! I've never heard anything like it. In today's moment of percussive despair I said, "I can't possibly conduct every single note to you guys. I have a whole group, it's impossible, please just read READ PLEASE!! ALL I WANTED WAS A MEASLEY EIGHTH NOTE! I very nicely explained the TEMPO PLEASE!!!"
and Maren is now my computer and is telling me how much she enjoys feeling me type. It's uncomfortable, but stimulating. GOTTA JET!!! and ain't talkin When you're a...
all the way.
Dan