Hey everyone, long time no- well, see or chat.
I guess I'll catch everyone up with what has kept me from the sight. First things first, no one told me college was going to be like THIS. I want a warning nest time I dive into something like this, me and my fellow high schoolers (Save Raquel, since she's a genius and did it before) are all in shell shock from the amount of work.
Let's see... Anyone who meet up with Mom last week will know I was an extra in the school comedy, Heaven Can Wait, about... I think it was last weekend, but somehow, I can't remember time distences any more. O_O It went off sucsessfully... The next day. We got maybe two laughs the first day, and you could see how stressed we all got, because the queen bee *@%^#-ed alot more at us in the dressing room to "shut the front door". Also, for the sake of My Mom's sanity, and so I don't end up beaten up by said mother., any curses shall be censored. The next day went much better, but I have a feeling that that was because my friend Nick was in the audiance. How did we know? You can hear his laugh from backstage, and he was in the back of the auditorium. His laugh is very distinctive, and thankfully, along with the casts attics of "last night rule" he set the crowd off to join him. It got to the point where, in passing, we in the cast and crew would give a fond glance to each other and simply say- "Oh, Nick."- with a smile. It has been requested that though he is a senior, he must come back to every comedy so we never have that "off" night again.
I have somehow managed to get into our drama this year; Les Miserables. A feat that I've been attempting since first learning of it, and now am slightly scared of being in the play. I thought that everyone was JOKING when they said the teacher was fierce, but I guess not. Especially since she said "If you have a commitment, let me know so I can re-cast you. There's 35 of you, 1 of me, and I will have order, no matter who you are. Also, if you are not on this calender for a certain day. Don't come, I don't want you here." I know that she works with us like we're professionals, so I think, 'cool, I can go home and get this college stuff done finally' but my friend who landed Javert on his first audition for her (WAY TO GO VICTOR YOU MAKE ALL OF US PROUD!!!) is slightly frightened of being left with her after school every day, without the rest of our group there.
I myself have gotten the role of Mlle. Gulliemand. No, I don't think I spelled it right. No, she wasn't in the musical. Yes, I HAVE LINES!!!! *victory dance* Basically, I'm Marius' rich upper class aunt who lets him live in the house with her. Honestly, I don't know why I got the part, since I think Sage did a better audition for it. She did an old lady voice for it. I took the part audition as a time to pretend I was in comedy, and gave a supposadly french woman a Victorian upper class accent, and got loud when she got angry. Apparently, that's what Mrs. Shmitt wanted, because here I stand, the "richest" and "oldest" of all my frineds on stage. And I get seen more then any other girl in my group that made it.
Even if I'm only in the second act. I am happy with my role. So far, I submitted two art designs for Mrs. Shmitt to look at for the poster, but I doubt she'll use either really. Any suggestions on how to make her more pompous and ridicukus would be greatly appreciated and most likely, used.
And last but not least, Scottsboro boys. I got to go and see it on Friday, and my GOD was I impressed. They don't have a set, but they use about twelve chairs and two planks of wood to convey where they are. Add that in with amazing singers, wonderful lighting techneques, (spelled THAT wrong), and choreography that was stunning beyond words, you have an amazing show off the bat, plot not included. Add the plot, and I say we've got a tony winner here. I'll be sorely disappointed if it dosen't win anything; possibly to the point of taking the Tony off the real winners and going over to the stage door and saying "You forgot this" to the cast of Scottsboro boys. Best part? My class was able to do a workshop with one of the actors, and he taught us the end of the first numbers dance and song. It was the only time I will ever be allowed to dance on a chair. After the musical, we were directed to the stage door (i.e., the class stampeded towards it like rabid buffaloes trying to get to the last bit of grass on the plains. Yep. That bad.) and were taken on stage. Everyone started taking pictures of them on the stage, them with the actors, and simply from the stage's perspective. Some strange man started photographing a couple of our kids doing that though, so they stopped for the sake of "I don't know you, get away from me" rules.
The only bad part was the restrooms (Oh God, pee before you get there guys, those things are small, and there's no intermission), and the fact that I had somehow managed to contract an illness, three seconds after going to dinner. I sneezed almost every number. I offically wanted to get thrown out, because it wasn't fair on anyone around me to have me sneeze in the middle of such an awsome show. I ended up going into full out sick mode on the bus home, and curlled into a ball to die/sleep on the way home, getting up to try not to freeze to death since for some reason, all my classmates had the bright idea to open the windows at eleven at night in November on a pretty cold day to begin with. (Yesh. Kids. I don't know what's wrong with these kids today.) I got home, drank some Robetession, ranted to Mom on how d.'s should work on making the taste of medicine bearable, and passed out upstairs. Then the next day was an open house at Five Towns, a bunch of Aleve, and raking AGAIN. So, that's my life in a nutshell. How's everyone else doing? You know... If you haven't died from word over-load from reading this.
