I'm beginning to think there are no dateable men left in this town. Even before I got to really meet the attractive new music teacher, I learned he's dating Taffy. Which had me somewhat confused, seeing as I had myself convinced that she and Stefan were an item. But no, they're just best friends, although that doesn't mean they don't flirt madly ( Read more... )

Well, I must say, Friday's small rehearsal was a lot less rambunctious than the previous ones. Which was certainly a relief; I don't always know my spells are going to go off as planned, and I am out of practice. But it seems to have worked, peace reigned in the auditorium, and I feel much more positive about our production being a success. Thank ( Read more... )

Things haven't improved much in the "cast working well together" department. Squabbles keep breaking out during rehearsals. This particular headache hasn't kept me from noticing the attractive new music teacher who hired on this week, although it's kept me busy enough that I haven't had a chance to introduce myself. I'd forgotten how long it takes ( Read more... )

Stefan and Avasa have completed building the balcony set and the scenery committee has started painting it. I'm certainly going to miss seeing them around the theater...well, Stefan, anyway. Of course, we may need help digging some of the larger props out of the basement storage areas. Perhaps I can call on him to lend a hand. The costumes are ( Read more... )

The play preparations are going along quite smoothly now. I'm a little amazed how smoothly, since I certainly didn't protect against schedule delays or anything. Or our actors' egos. And yet, not only did Eric accept getting Mercutio instead of Romeo without much in the way of protest, he now seems to be avidly throwing himself into the role. The ( Read more... )

After the casting run-off, I checked out the auditorium fairly thoroughly for ghostly activity. I mean, something had to have moved those curtains, didn't it? But I didn't pick up anything, and that makes me nervous. I want to tell myself it IS just a draft, like I suggested to Stefan and Taffy, but let's face it, in this town that's not the most ( Read more... )

Well, that was a job well done. Last night Amy and I put a protective spell around the play, binding it to the scripts. For good measure I placed the obsidian that was the focus of the spell beneath the stage, to protect the theater itself, and I believe we'll be fairly impervious to the strange occurrences that dog this school ( Read more... )

I've been puzzling all week about how to put some protections on the play without being too obvious. I mean, a big ritual on the stage or the theater itself is bound to raise a few eyebrows. After the stink the principal made about that new teacher, Taffy Dante, wearing a pentacle to school, I'd say it's not the best idea. So it hit me when I ( Read more... )

It was wonderful catching up with Amy after all this time--it makes me feel like I'm really home again, among friends. Well, except for the part where I found out she'd spent several years as a rat! And she reminded me of all the strange things that can go wrong in this town, which has me quite concerned about the spring production ( Read more... )

What a week! There still hasn't been any word of the creative writing teacher (sue me, I've been here almost a month and don't know all of the other teachers' names). It's sounding like one of those typical Sunnydale things. And believe me, now that I'm staying late for auditions, I've made sure I have pepper spray with me, plus a couple of basic ( Read more... )