Journaling
I really, really need to journal. I have all of these really cool and poignant thoughts, you know? At least, I have these thoughts that seem to me to be quite cool and poignant. They typically occur when I'm walking around DC, especially on 'gloomy' days like today.
I think I wanted to point out that I'm pretty damn proud of myself, recently. In my time at Nage, I've worked on FOUR shows. During my time at Chadwicks, I did ONE show and TWO operas. The operas were not nearly as exciting to me, naturally. However, the time difference is also of note. I worked at Chadwicks for almost three years, and only participated in three productions. I haven't even worked at Nage for a full year yet, and I've already done more than I ever could while working at Chadwicks. Funny how a location change fixes so many things sometimes.
As for this show, my role is minimal, but I'm still damn proud of myself for my own professionalism. I was never once late to rehearsal (though I was late to my survival job almost every day). I was off book before we even started rehearsal. I've taken script cuts to my already meager part while watching other superfluous material stay in the play without so much as a whimper to the director. I've learned all of my transitions, furniture moving, etc, with rapid speed.
Then I watch the guy playing the lead, who has to be constantly wrangled by those around him. I think, of note, was yesterday's rehearsal, where we did our first full run through with tech. The lights came up, which was his cue to enter.
He didn't.
Places had been called, and he somehow decided to not get into place. We had to stop the show, just seconds after it started, just to start over again with him in place.
Then we started again. The lights came up.
And he still didn't enter. He just stood in the wings looking blankly at the space.
The stage manager had to yell for him to enter, and we had to start over AGAIN.
Something about this infuriates me. It's not that I think I deserve his role in the play. But I think that people who can't bother to be professional, or who are too spaced out, drugged up or just too dumb to even begin to act professional should not be cast in professional shows. The same goes even further for being an eponymous character in a play. The same goes even more so for being the lead in a play, and having to drive the whole show.
I have to say that I think the show would actually be quite good and quite impacting if a more talented, skillful, and professional actor were to be in this guy's role. As it stands, the play is actually rather boring. No one can take any sort of energy cue from him, and since he's has the majority of the lines and stage time, we can't help but sink to his level of energy each run. It's something that saddens me.
I had other, more poignant thoughts today. But they all dissipated when I stepped on stage tonight. I suppose I'll find time to drum them up. Maybe. Perhaps they're just gone forever.
I think I wanted to point out that I'm pretty damn proud of myself, recently. In my time at Nage, I've worked on FOUR shows. During my time at Chadwicks, I did ONE show and TWO operas. The operas were not nearly as exciting to me, naturally. However, the time difference is also of note. I worked at Chadwicks for almost three years, and only participated in three productions. I haven't even worked at Nage for a full year yet, and I've already done more than I ever could while working at Chadwicks. Funny how a location change fixes so many things sometimes.
As for this show, my role is minimal, but I'm still damn proud of myself for my own professionalism. I was never once late to rehearsal (though I was late to my survival job almost every day). I was off book before we even started rehearsal. I've taken script cuts to my already meager part while watching other superfluous material stay in the play without so much as a whimper to the director. I've learned all of my transitions, furniture moving, etc, with rapid speed.
Then I watch the guy playing the lead, who has to be constantly wrangled by those around him. I think, of note, was yesterday's rehearsal, where we did our first full run through with tech. The lights came up, which was his cue to enter.
He didn't.
Places had been called, and he somehow decided to not get into place. We had to stop the show, just seconds after it started, just to start over again with him in place.
Then we started again. The lights came up.
And he still didn't enter. He just stood in the wings looking blankly at the space.
The stage manager had to yell for him to enter, and we had to start over AGAIN.
Something about this infuriates me. It's not that I think I deserve his role in the play. But I think that people who can't bother to be professional, or who are too spaced out, drugged up or just too dumb to even begin to act professional should not be cast in professional shows. The same goes even further for being an eponymous character in a play. The same goes even more so for being the lead in a play, and having to drive the whole show.
I have to say that I think the show would actually be quite good and quite impacting if a more talented, skillful, and professional actor were to be in this guy's role. As it stands, the play is actually rather boring. No one can take any sort of energy cue from him, and since he's has the majority of the lines and stage time, we can't help but sink to his level of energy each run. It's something that saddens me.
I had other, more poignant thoughts today. But they all dissipated when I stepped on stage tonight. I suppose I'll find time to drum them up. Maybe. Perhaps they're just gone forever.