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I know, I know, I still owe y'all a senior ball entry (with pictures!) and that is forthcoming as soon as I figure out how to use photobucket.
yes.
i know.
sad.
but this is sadder:
So Zac and I have been working on our scene for the Night o' 1 Acts for ... a long time. We've had lots of practice sessions at Mary's house and talked bunches about our characters, and re-worked the script with Jenae, and added little character quirks and tweaks and all sorts of stuff. And I was feeling reallllllly good about it. We had cool costumes (even though I got massive stains on my senior ball dress. Oh well! The Radisson will pick it up! :D) and good chemistry and a cool skeleton and stuff.
We got up there and did our thing. And we were good, and it seemed like the audience laughed and really really liked it. We even ad-libbed some parts, did a little dancing around, dramatic pauses, all in all good all over. Zac is reaaaaalllly fun to work with cuz he doesn't get nervous at all and tolerates my last-minute insistences that we run lines, or my goofing around, or all the little other annoying things I do when I get ready to act. And we work really well together onstage, his character totally complementing mine.
Then afterwards there's the obligatory quick change in the cafeteria and the meet-and-greet. And then I find out. Nobody could hear any of the dialogue in our scene. Apparently Taylor Lake, who was doing the sound, who we asked a bunch of times while we were rehearsaing to please turn the sound down, didn't turn the sound down. So the audience got none of it. No dialogue. Nothing. Just really loud cha-cha Spanish music that would have been perfectly silly for our scene IF IT WASN'T SO FUCKING LOUD.
I am so frustrated. So angry. Thank god I am getting away from high school, with it's altruistic "let everyone have a chance" sort of crappy professional attitude where anyone can mess around with anyone else's scene. Why was a senior, who had only learned sound this year, doing it? Where was Logan? Austin? Alex Graves? Any one of them I would have trusted with the sound for my scene. I love our drama people, I just wish we had some decent techies in the ensemble. Mary, our director, was fab on lights, btw.
But that's it. I'm ready for a world where you're judged by your talent and not just your willingness to work. I want to be somewhere where people will tell me if I suck, where people who suck are thrown out so they don't screw up other people's work, where people are professional.
I miss working with Scott. And the 'Romantic' cast. I don't think anything's ever going to replace that.
Plus, my dad missed the performance. He was seeing a back/spine specialist who's really hard to get appointments for. His back never healed when he broke it in England last summer. It was still broken when that fucking old man hit him. Now he has to fitted into a full-body cast for three months, which means no vacation this summer, he can't body surf, or go swimming, or pick up things, or move around, or have a life.
My poor father.
Three months. The rest of the time that I'm here. It's going to be hell.
I should be really really happy but I'm just tired.
yes.
i know.
sad.
but this is sadder:
So Zac and I have been working on our scene for the Night o' 1 Acts for ... a long time. We've had lots of practice sessions at Mary's house and talked bunches about our characters, and re-worked the script with Jenae, and added little character quirks and tweaks and all sorts of stuff. And I was feeling reallllllly good about it. We had cool costumes (even though I got massive stains on my senior ball dress. Oh well! The Radisson will pick it up! :D) and good chemistry and a cool skeleton and stuff.
We got up there and did our thing. And we were good, and it seemed like the audience laughed and really really liked it. We even ad-libbed some parts, did a little dancing around, dramatic pauses, all in all good all over. Zac is reaaaaalllly fun to work with cuz he doesn't get nervous at all and tolerates my last-minute insistences that we run lines, or my goofing around, or all the little other annoying things I do when I get ready to act. And we work really well together onstage, his character totally complementing mine.
Then afterwards there's the obligatory quick change in the cafeteria and the meet-and-greet. And then I find out. Nobody could hear any of the dialogue in our scene. Apparently Taylor Lake, who was doing the sound, who we asked a bunch of times while we were rehearsaing to please turn the sound down, didn't turn the sound down. So the audience got none of it. No dialogue. Nothing. Just really loud cha-cha Spanish music that would have been perfectly silly for our scene IF IT WASN'T SO FUCKING LOUD.
I am so frustrated. So angry. Thank god I am getting away from high school, with it's altruistic "let everyone have a chance" sort of crappy professional attitude where anyone can mess around with anyone else's scene. Why was a senior, who had only learned sound this year, doing it? Where was Logan? Austin? Alex Graves? Any one of them I would have trusted with the sound for my scene. I love our drama people, I just wish we had some decent techies in the ensemble. Mary, our director, was fab on lights, btw.
But that's it. I'm ready for a world where you're judged by your talent and not just your willingness to work. I want to be somewhere where people will tell me if I suck, where people who suck are thrown out so they don't screw up other people's work, where people are professional.
I miss working with Scott. And the 'Romantic' cast. I don't think anything's ever going to replace that.
Plus, my dad missed the performance. He was seeing a back/spine specialist who's really hard to get appointments for. His back never healed when he broke it in England last summer. It was still broken when that fucking old man hit him. Now he has to fitted into a full-body cast for three months, which means no vacation this summer, he can't body surf, or go swimming, or pick up things, or move around, or have a life.
My poor father.
Three months. The rest of the time that I'm here. It's going to be hell.
I should be really really happy but I'm just tired.