No Notes = Good Notes
Why is it that whenever you want to be pissed off at the world, the world turns right back around and says Oh no you didn't!
I've been a little grumpy lately for a variety of inconcequential reasons. I apologize if you ended up on the brunt end of that grumpiness.
So I show up to rehearsal today and I'm still grumpy because no matter how early I leave the house, the bus will decide now is not the time to show up (there's a wonderful Spongebob episode about this kind of situation and I'm probably being cosmic-ly punished for finding it funny). As I was saying, I'm at rehearsal and I'm kinda grumpy. I bump into the director in the stairs and what's the first thing she says to me:
"I've been meaning to tell you, you've been doing a fantastic job with this part. You've gone far beyond my expections. I'm sorry if I've been a little hard on you lately, but it's just the school teacher in me coming out because I know you can deliver."
Wow
Then when I reach the dressing room, I get the makeup/hair person fussing over me that more needs to be done to my hair, so they start rolling it up in curlers. And my face is getting caked in makeup because the blue lights were washing me out. And she has me put on false eyelashes. And more rouge than any hooker on Dalhousie would be caught dead wearing.
So I head upstairs for the group photo in my styled curls, my darker foundation, my false eyelashes and my rosie cheeks... and everyone does a double-take.
And now my cheeks get even redder (Remember that thing about me not being able to take a compliment? Well, imagine being bombarded by them in a span of 5 minutes. I wanted to crawl under a rock and make people look away.)
I guess I clean up real nice.
Now this would be enough to make any gal proud and admit to the world that there was nothing to be grumpy aobut in the first place. However, I guess I had some residual grump left over because after the run (boy, did I feel good about that run!) the extent of the notes I received from the director were "Nice Hair. Nice Makeup. Don't upstage Paul in Act 1 Scene 5/Not your fault, we'll tweek the blocking."
That's it? 2 Acts and 13 Scenes and that's all I get for notes?
I had to stick around a little later tonight because some scenes needed to be reworked. After that bit, the director comes up to me to thank me for staying. And she adds, "it wasn't really for you, as you saw, I didn't even have any notes for you tonight"
How could I forget the ever important actor's mantra: No Notes = Good Notes
We open in 1 week and I'm definately feeling better about the whole thing! Then again, now that I feel that way, karma is probably going to come and give me a good kick in the pants about that too.
I've been a little grumpy lately for a variety of inconcequential reasons. I apologize if you ended up on the brunt end of that grumpiness.
So I show up to rehearsal today and I'm still grumpy because no matter how early I leave the house, the bus will decide now is not the time to show up (there's a wonderful Spongebob episode about this kind of situation and I'm probably being cosmic-ly punished for finding it funny). As I was saying, I'm at rehearsal and I'm kinda grumpy. I bump into the director in the stairs and what's the first thing she says to me:
"I've been meaning to tell you, you've been doing a fantastic job with this part. You've gone far beyond my expections. I'm sorry if I've been a little hard on you lately, but it's just the school teacher in me coming out because I know you can deliver."
Wow
Then when I reach the dressing room, I get the makeup/hair person fussing over me that more needs to be done to my hair, so they start rolling it up in curlers. And my face is getting caked in makeup because the blue lights were washing me out. And she has me put on false eyelashes. And more rouge than any hooker on Dalhousie would be caught dead wearing.
So I head upstairs for the group photo in my styled curls, my darker foundation, my false eyelashes and my rosie cheeks... and everyone does a double-take.
And now my cheeks get even redder (Remember that thing about me not being able to take a compliment? Well, imagine being bombarded by them in a span of 5 minutes. I wanted to crawl under a rock and make people look away.)
I guess I clean up real nice.
Now this would be enough to make any gal proud and admit to the world that there was nothing to be grumpy aobut in the first place. However, I guess I had some residual grump left over because after the run (boy, did I feel good about that run!) the extent of the notes I received from the director were "Nice Hair. Nice Makeup. Don't upstage Paul in Act 1 Scene 5/Not your fault, we'll tweek the blocking."
That's it? 2 Acts and 13 Scenes and that's all I get for notes?
I had to stick around a little later tonight because some scenes needed to be reworked. After that bit, the director comes up to me to thank me for staying. And she adds, "it wasn't really for you, as you saw, I didn't even have any notes for you tonight"
How could I forget the ever important actor's mantra: No Notes = Good Notes
We open in 1 week and I'm definately feeling better about the whole thing! Then again, now that I feel that way, karma is probably going to come and give me a good kick in the pants about that too.
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