No day but today.
How do you document real life, when real life getting more like ficton each day?
4/2/06.
The day started out the way I thought it would. Breakfast in the park, hanging out w/ Louie and Pearl, then work. Little did I know I'd end up in the same room, (much less talking to) 20 feet away from someone I admire as much as Anthony Rapp. YES, MARK from RENT. (The ORIGINAL, and as far as I'm concerned... the ONLY MARK.) But, I'm getting to that.
I knew he was coming, I just didnt know when. And my Rent-Head friends allready had plans. I dont know how somone can choose Wrestle Mania over Anthony Rapp. Well, I had no one to go with. And... it was TONIGHT. After these realizations, I was completely useless. Not good for a workday that started at 11 am, ending at 6 pm. I was useless from about 12:10 on. And Anthony was speaking at 7, or so I heard.
I had to go. I HAD TO. But I couldnt.
No ride there. No ride home. No one to go with.
I went on break, explained all to E, found Louie (as I planned to), spazzed, needed substances (DENIED.) , explained dilemma to Lou. He suggested I ask Squirrel. I asked him why.
"Well he likes plays.... and stuff.....and he needs to do things with girls."
So, I had him ask Squirrel for me. Squirrel showed up at Mayer's;
"Am I supposed to go see a play w/ you or something?"
--Of course he knew nothing much about RENT, so I filled him in on the important stuff.
So this is going to happen. I'm going to see Anthony Rapp
Except no bus up there. Not on Sunday. Not that late. No.
This SO isnt going to happen. Fuck.
Call the Taxi. Wait. 3 Taxis pass, and it's getting closer to 7. Well, 7, that's ok, I called ICB, and they said it was happening at 7:30.We end up calling Ry, who gives us a ride up there. Yay Ry. I owe you.
We're there. But.... so is everyone else and their roomate... etc. The line to get into the actual room wrapped itself so deep into the building and around furniture and each little nook and cranny, that I was sure we'd never get in. I look across the line and who's standing 10 feet away? There he was. Just as you'd imagine him, Khaki pants. Grey, red, and white polyethster track jacket over a pale plaid short sleeved button up. Not to mention Chuck Taylor Allstar converses.
Anthony Rapp. No Shit.
We actually get in. We get seats maybe 13 rows back. Meh. I of course, havent been able to stop hyper-ventilating, and saying "I cant beleive we're in." "I cant beleive I'm here." " I cant beleive I'm fucking here." Yay for being a fan-girl. (I'd like to think it's a bit deeper than that though.)
He comes in, around 8:10. Talks about how much Rent meant to him, and his life. Talks about how important it is to so many people. He reads from his book. Then he opens it up for Q+A. I'm snapping away with my Digi-cam, still barely breathing... and my batteries die. Squirrel calmly reaches into his bag, pulls out his CD player, and offers me his "Double A's." (Is it just me, or is that fucking adorable and really sweet?)
Anthony Rapp is as nice and sweet as you'd think he'd be. He's charismatic and playful. For all the stupid questions, or the poorly worded ones that people like me would scoff the gave them a silly answer, then a serious one. He's adorable. I'm still seated, trying to think of a question. Then this itty-bitty college brat asks
"Will you sing for us?"
"Of course. I'll sing a little something at the end of the Q+A"
Then it hit me. He sang "Losing my Religion" for his RENT audition. As soon as I learned that, when I read the first chapter of his book online, I'd been trying to wrap my mind around what he would sound like on that song. I ran this by Squirrel. He said it sounded good. So, I got in line.
The girl before me definetly got props for her question.
Girl: What is your favorite kind of acting? Play acting or Film acting?
AR (in a singsong lightly patronizing tone): Play acting.
Then it was me.
Holyshit. I'm about to ask Anthony Rapp a question.
Me: Hi Anthony, My name is MeL, and I'm really really nerovous. But, I want to know... is your chair comfortable?
AR: Actually yes, I'm quite comfortable. Thank you.
Me: Good. You said you'd sing something for us later, and ever since I found out what you did for your Rent Audition song, which was "Losing my Religion" I've been trying to figure out just how that would sound by your voice, so would you maybe sing that for us?
(Forgive my inability to actually speak. Anthony Rapp. Come on.)
95% of the Crowd: BOO!!!! RENT!!!
AR: Well it might be a little hard Accapella but.. maybe.
So, I sat down. Poor Squirrel, inbetween my hyper-ventilating and "Ohmyfuckinggoddidthatjustfuckinghappen?!" he smiled at me, and said "I think he liked your question." (Now I blush writing this.) That calmed me down.
I could barely listen to the rest of the Q+A. Still not beleiving that I talked to Anthony Rapp, and I got booed at. Then silence passes over the crowd, and Anthony closes his eyes.
"Ohhh... life.. is bigger.... it's bigger than you... and you are not me...."
Anthony Rapp sang Losing my Religion for ME. The entire row was staring at me, I was dying a happy, happy small death. Even Squirrel looked at me, and grinned "He's singing it for you!!!"Then, half way through the song, he burst into "Seasons of Love."
Nothing else really happened. Except I was talking to a girl who thinks she got really good audio and video from his singing, and will supposedly email it to me.
So, Anthony Rapp sang for me.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
(And Squirrel said he had a blast.!)
4/2/06.
The day started out the way I thought it would. Breakfast in the park, hanging out w/ Louie and Pearl, then work. Little did I know I'd end up in the same room, (much less talking to) 20 feet away from someone I admire as much as Anthony Rapp. YES, MARK from RENT. (The ORIGINAL, and as far as I'm concerned... the ONLY MARK.) But, I'm getting to that.
I knew he was coming, I just didnt know when. And my Rent-Head friends allready had plans. I dont know how somone can choose Wrestle Mania over Anthony Rapp. Well, I had no one to go with. And... it was TONIGHT. After these realizations, I was completely useless. Not good for a workday that started at 11 am, ending at 6 pm. I was useless from about 12:10 on. And Anthony was speaking at 7, or so I heard.
I had to go. I HAD TO. But I couldnt.
No ride there. No ride home. No one to go with.
I went on break, explained all to E, found Louie (as I planned to), spazzed, needed substances (DENIED.) , explained dilemma to Lou. He suggested I ask Squirrel. I asked him why.
"Well he likes plays.... and stuff.....and he needs to do things with girls."
So, I had him ask Squirrel for me. Squirrel showed up at Mayer's;
"Am I supposed to go see a play w/ you or something?"
--Of course he knew nothing much about RENT, so I filled him in on the important stuff.
So this is going to happen. I'm going to see Anthony Rapp
Except no bus up there. Not on Sunday. Not that late. No.
This SO isnt going to happen. Fuck.
Call the Taxi. Wait. 3 Taxis pass, and it's getting closer to 7. Well, 7, that's ok, I called ICB, and they said it was happening at 7:30.We end up calling Ry, who gives us a ride up there. Yay Ry. I owe you.
We're there. But.... so is everyone else and their roomate... etc. The line to get into the actual room wrapped itself so deep into the building and around furniture and each little nook and cranny, that I was sure we'd never get in. I look across the line and who's standing 10 feet away? There he was. Just as you'd imagine him, Khaki pants. Grey, red, and white polyethster track jacket over a pale plaid short sleeved button up. Not to mention Chuck Taylor Allstar converses.
Anthony Rapp. No Shit.
We actually get in. We get seats maybe 13 rows back. Meh. I of course, havent been able to stop hyper-ventilating, and saying "I cant beleive we're in." "I cant beleive I'm here." " I cant beleive I'm fucking here." Yay for being a fan-girl. (I'd like to think it's a bit deeper than that though.)
He comes in, around 8:10. Talks about how much Rent meant to him, and his life. Talks about how important it is to so many people. He reads from his book. Then he opens it up for Q+A. I'm snapping away with my Digi-cam, still barely breathing... and my batteries die. Squirrel calmly reaches into his bag, pulls out his CD player, and offers me his "Double A's." (Is it just me, or is that fucking adorable and really sweet?)
Anthony Rapp is as nice and sweet as you'd think he'd be. He's charismatic and playful. For all the stupid questions, or the poorly worded ones that people like me would scoff the gave them a silly answer, then a serious one. He's adorable. I'm still seated, trying to think of a question. Then this itty-bitty college brat asks
"Will you sing for us?"
"Of course. I'll sing a little something at the end of the Q+A"
Then it hit me. He sang "Losing my Religion" for his RENT audition. As soon as I learned that, when I read the first chapter of his book online, I'd been trying to wrap my mind around what he would sound like on that song. I ran this by Squirrel. He said it sounded good. So, I got in line.
The girl before me definetly got props for her question.
Girl: What is your favorite kind of acting? Play acting or Film acting?
AR (in a singsong lightly patronizing tone): Play acting.
Then it was me.
Holyshit. I'm about to ask Anthony Rapp a question.
Me: Hi Anthony, My name is MeL, and I'm really really nerovous. But, I want to know... is your chair comfortable?
AR: Actually yes, I'm quite comfortable. Thank you.
Me: Good. You said you'd sing something for us later, and ever since I found out what you did for your Rent Audition song, which was "Losing my Religion" I've been trying to figure out just how that would sound by your voice, so would you maybe sing that for us?
(Forgive my inability to actually speak. Anthony Rapp. Come on.)
95% of the Crowd: BOO!!!! RENT!!!
AR: Well it might be a little hard Accapella but.. maybe.
So, I sat down. Poor Squirrel, inbetween my hyper-ventilating and "Ohmyfuckinggoddidthatjustfuckinghappen?!" he smiled at me, and said "I think he liked your question." (Now I blush writing this.) That calmed me down.
I could barely listen to the rest of the Q+A. Still not beleiving that I talked to Anthony Rapp, and I got booed at. Then silence passes over the crowd, and Anthony closes his eyes.
"Ohhh... life.. is bigger.... it's bigger than you... and you are not me...."
Anthony Rapp sang Losing my Religion for ME. The entire row was staring at me, I was dying a happy, happy small death. Even Squirrel looked at me, and grinned "He's singing it for you!!!"Then, half way through the song, he burst into "Seasons of Love."
Nothing else really happened. Except I was talking to a girl who thinks she got really good audio and video from his singing, and will supposedly email it to me.
So, Anthony Rapp sang for me.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
(And Squirrel said he had a blast.!)