Wow…sorry! Two weeks without Coloblogging!
Okay, so a lot of sh*t has gone down since I last posted. So, since the last time I talked about rehearsals, the Best of Broadway 2 cast has gone from 14 to 12. So, there have been two casualties in the last week.
What happened was that one lady…well, she was just a bit overwhelmed. She wasn’t picking up the blocking and the lyrics and everything, I guess, as fast as she’d like to. She was also getting rather fatigued. She’s retired, and even though she spent all her time working on remembering her harmonies and blocking, she just couldn’t do it. We were sad to see her go and bless her heart cuz she tried her hardest. She definitely got on some people’s nerves a bit, but she did her best and at least she decided to stop now, as opposed to right before we open.
Just this morning, I open up my email and find out that they (the director and vocal director) have decided to “remove” a gentleman from the show. Apparently, “His commitment level was not what we were hoping it to be, and we refuse to wait any longer”. So, that’s that. I mean, it’s too bad he won’t be in the show – he has a great voice! But, he hasn’t been around, that’s all it is. He doesn’t know any of the blocking. Or his harmonies. Yeah, his solos sound great, but still! It’s not fair to the people that have been to every rehearsal, or at least doing their ‘homework’ if they can’t make it.
So, what that means is that their solos will be divvied up amongst the cast and blocking will, of course, have to be altered. Fortunately, I don’t think harmonies will have to change too much, if at all. We haven’t blocked Act II yet, and we’re only just starting to rehearse the vocals for that Act. Act I has been completely blocked and rehearsed vocally, so I think we’re gonna do a run through again this coming Sunday. It’ll be a chance to alter the spacing due to the fewer number of people and also a chance to cement the things that aren’t changing in our tired, and overwhelmed brains. But, I think it’ll be fine. It shouldn’t be too bad at all – I hope.
So much DRAMA!!! I guess it’s fitting though…it is the theatre :)
Other than that, things are going along as normal. Work is great. I’m having fun tennis and I’m getting back to my form from when I played more frequently, which I’m really pleased about. I won the majority of my matches last week, going 2-1-1. I tied in my first singles match, split my 2 doubles matches, and then handily won my last singles match like 8 games to 2 or something ridiculous. And I never lost my serve in that match! WEIRD!!!
So, yeah, things are good. C took me out for dinner yesterday as a thank you for watching the dog and cat while she was in Nova Scotia last month. We went to a Chinese buffet. The food was alright – I was expecting worse. Nothing spectacular, but nothing that was really bad. So, yeah, I had a good time. C picked another restaurant at first, but N said that we should go to this one. N actually came along too, making inappropriate remarks and making us feel uncomfortable with her colourful comments and off-putting remarks as usual. After dinner, we went grocery shopping. N was surprisingly genuine, offering her cart to hold my groceries, as I only grabbed a basket. But, of course, she had to embarrass me and make inappropriate comments in public. For example, as we walk down the frozen food aisle, with many people shopping by the way, she says loudly so that everyone can, “You don’t even touch me anymore!” So, I walked away shaking my head.
I should have prefaced all of this by explaining our relationship a little bit more, as I don’t think I have documented it yet. It’s sort of a brother-sister, love-hate-hate-hate-love-hate-hate thing goin’ on. Early on N, realized that she could make blunt, socially awkward remarks around me and I would understand, or at least go along with it. Then that turned into her making mean, scathing remarks (in a joking way) directed at me and since I’m able to dish it back, we’ve gotten into the habit of saying how much we hate each other. Of course, we’re joking and we have a good time with it. She’ll yell “Shrew!” when I come out of my room, I’ll call her a ‘devil-woman banshee’ and we’ll give each other the skunk eye we pass each other by, that kind of stuff. She’ll say that she wishes I was dead and I’ll pull a Macaulay Culkin in The Good Son and tease her how I’m her mother’s favourite now. So, yeah…we have our fun and there are occasional genuine moments, but then we go back to our “normal” communication.