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...dear God, I hope they're right.
The last few days have not exactly gone sparklingly well.
The technical rehearsals on Saturday and Sunday came off the back of a not particularly good end of consolidation week that had me running round like a blue-assed fly trying to cover all the bases I'd set myself.
Paul and Chloë spent the entire weekend realising that they hadn't actually bothered to learn their lines (fairly important when you're the romantic leads) and needed a prompt quite literally every other line. This is not a viable way of going about playing your character. Chloë is also being told every time we do notes to play up and act more while not saying lines i.e. get the hell into character and stop looking like a child of six on stage for the first time. You spend half the rehearsals laughing and joking like an idiot, then when it comes down to the time you should, you stand there like a cabbage. God only forbid what's going to happen if you freeze like that on the nights.
The wings are too narrow for the props - we have at least two props stored in the DSL wing which are exactly the width of the space available. They are resting against the wing curtains. This makes it a pain in the ass to try and negotiate your way around the SL wing space in complete darkness (the worker lights are too bright and show through the curtains), and we kept bumping into things. Quelle surprise...
Sophie and I also threw together a plan for decorating the foyer to make it look like the interior of a nightclub. Cue me going loopy with some DTP in the last flowering of the tree before it dies and doing signs, pictures and posters involving all of the fandango girls and their new, slutty names. Yay me. Five days...five days only before I walk out on this bad joke of a rabble.
The dress rehearsal was last night, and constituted the only time I have ever performed the dance steps for "I'm a Brass Band" correctly. That, however, formed the entirety of the good news - the scene changes were abysmal, including the lights coming up at the wong time (either too late OR too early) in just about every case, one time leaving me still putting things on the stage. The music was too fast or too slow, the acting sketchy, and generally everything just feels very loose. Bring back Ryan Saunders - 'twas slightly draconian but you always knew exactly where you stood and he was a good motivator of people.
We need to pull all kinds of things out of the bag, or this will be the biggest flop in BUSMS recent history - and given that I'm the one who's job it is to sell it, I will take it as a personal insult if the cast don't live up to their own hype.
The last few days have not exactly gone sparklingly well.
The technical rehearsals on Saturday and Sunday came off the back of a not particularly good end of consolidation week that had me running round like a blue-assed fly trying to cover all the bases I'd set myself.
Paul and Chloë spent the entire weekend realising that they hadn't actually bothered to learn their lines (fairly important when you're the romantic leads) and needed a prompt quite literally every other line. This is not a viable way of going about playing your character. Chloë is also being told every time we do notes to play up and act more while not saying lines i.e. get the hell into character and stop looking like a child of six on stage for the first time. You spend half the rehearsals laughing and joking like an idiot, then when it comes down to the time you should, you stand there like a cabbage. God only forbid what's going to happen if you freeze like that on the nights.
The wings are too narrow for the props - we have at least two props stored in the DSL wing which are exactly the width of the space available. They are resting against the wing curtains. This makes it a pain in the ass to try and negotiate your way around the SL wing space in complete darkness (the worker lights are too bright and show through the curtains), and we kept bumping into things. Quelle surprise...
Sophie and I also threw together a plan for decorating the foyer to make it look like the interior of a nightclub. Cue me going loopy with some DTP in the last flowering of the tree before it dies and doing signs, pictures and posters involving all of the fandango girls and their new, slutty names. Yay me. Five days...five days only before I walk out on this bad joke of a rabble.
The dress rehearsal was last night, and constituted the only time I have ever performed the dance steps for "I'm a Brass Band" correctly. That, however, formed the entirety of the good news - the scene changes were abysmal, including the lights coming up at the wong time (either too late OR too early) in just about every case, one time leaving me still putting things on the stage. The music was too fast or too slow, the acting sketchy, and generally everything just feels very loose. Bring back Ryan Saunders - 'twas slightly draconian but you always knew exactly where you stood and he was a good motivator of people.
We need to pull all kinds of things out of the bag, or this will be the biggest flop in BUSMS recent history - and given that I'm the one who's job it is to sell it, I will take it as a personal insult if the cast don't live up to their own hype.
