Weekend 1 done with Julius Caesar. I was pretty surprised to have a good turnout all three nights. I wasn't expecting it. Usually it takes a few shows to get a crowd going.
I am so much happier in the space at the Powerhouse. Everything about it is so much better than the Next Stage. Even if our dressing rooms are so small that the 7 girls in one room are sharing two mirrors and two tables and not enough chairs. We look like a bunch of chorus girls jumping over each other to get our things and get ready. I don't know what it is about all these poorly designed dressing rooms. It just goes against all logic and there is always so much wasted space. A man must have designed them.
Here's a picture of me before I get brutally torn to pieces by an angry mob:
That scream makes my throat feel like it is bleeding every night. I should get a job alone on that scream.
I haven't been able to write much because since I can't work weekends I am booked double pretty much every day during the week so I can make money to live. I wonder when doing theater will actually pay. One can dream.
Ok well now I am off to
Just kidding. Ima go eat some figs and choreograph a dance tribute to "Time of My Life." I'm majorly bummed about this one.
xoxo
I am so much happier in the space at the Powerhouse. Everything about it is so much better than the Next Stage. Even if our dressing rooms are so small that the 7 girls in one room are sharing two mirrors and two tables and not enough chairs. We look like a bunch of chorus girls jumping over each other to get our things and get ready. I don't know what it is about all these poorly designed dressing rooms. It just goes against all logic and there is always so much wasted space. A man must have designed them.
Here's a picture of me before I get brutally torn to pieces by an angry mob:
That scream makes my throat feel like it is bleeding every night. I should get a job alone on that scream.
I haven't been able to write much because since I can't work weekends I am booked double pretty much every day during the week so I can make money to live. I wonder when doing theater will actually pay. One can dream.
Ok well now I am off to
Just kidding. Ima go eat some figs and choreograph a dance tribute to "Time of My Life." I'm majorly bummed about this one.
xoxo
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