Back from a really long and exhausting rehearsal. The reading is "blocked" (basically, we get up, we sit down, we get up, we sit down). I got through it all fine today, but it's so much damn talking and singing and I really have to take care of my voice. The director wants to run it twice tomorrow, and I've told him I'll do it full out once, and then mark it, because otherwise I'll worry I won't have much voice left for our three performances. It's amazing how much trouble this is when you haven't done this sort of thing for so long. It's a nice company of players, though, and I kept the atmosphere light and funny all day. The "composer" was there today, and after we'd blocked everything, I was going over one of his melody lines that made no sense, wasn't like anything else in the song, and had mis-accented words. I found a way to make it work, and the music director was fine, but the composer made the mistake of muttering, "If he sung it correctly it would work." I replied, "I'll tell you why I can't sing it correctly - because every other time you have this line in the song it's the same - this one is impossible to sing without sounding like a total blanking idiot and you should learn the craft of setting words on music so that the words don't have to be pronounced as if you were an Armenian." That shut him up.
