My boyfriend is directing a production of The Tempest here in Queens. I've been doing sound design for him since that's the kind of thing I volunteer to do. I auditioned yesterday I will probably read some more today.
I want a good part. I really want to play Ariel, but competition is stiff. Moreover, my boyfriend would really love for me to be his Assistant Director/Stage Manager. I've been kinda doing so already (the AD part, at least), but I can't state strongly enough that I don't want to stage manage this show, I want to be in this show. Yes, I'll be part of this production regardless, but I need to act for a change!
As such, I'm a little nervous.
My boyfriend is doing this right. I won't get a part unless I deserve it. I know he loves my work, but casting this show is all in the chemistry between sets of actors.
I've got lots of chemistry, damn it!!!
It would be fun to say "I can't even get into a show directed by my own boyfriend!" only if I didn't believe it just a little. (Just had to get that one out there.)
I know most of the other people auditioning. They're really good, I love them. This is gonna be a ball however it turns out (which I should know by the end of the night).
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In other news:
I need sex. I haven't had any in over a week, which is strange (yeah, I know most of you have gone longer comfortably. I have too, just not now). I think I'm getting laid tonight.
I'm very impatient.
I'll update later with all relevant news!
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UPDATE!
Good news:
I got cast as Miranda. I'm disappointed that I didn't get Ariel, but I definitely still have a great part. In fact, it's the role that scares me most in the show, which will make it a great challenge for me.
And the bad news:
There was no sex. Instead, my boyfriend came over to my house and we were greeted at the door by my sister, near tears and needed hugs. Apparently there was a big fight between my parents. My mother finally dropped the "D" word, which I think has been coming for some time. My father has become an enormous failure of a human being whose will seems set upon maintaining that state. The evening was heavy and ran late for the wrong reasons. At least I could be there for my sister. That makes me glad, even if the subject-matter is depressing and alarming.
I need to get out of this house.
I want a good part. I really want to play Ariel, but competition is stiff. Moreover, my boyfriend would really love for me to be his Assistant Director/Stage Manager. I've been kinda doing so already (the AD part, at least), but I can't state strongly enough that I don't want to stage manage this show, I want to be in this show. Yes, I'll be part of this production regardless, but I need to act for a change!
As such, I'm a little nervous.
My boyfriend is doing this right. I won't get a part unless I deserve it. I know he loves my work, but casting this show is all in the chemistry between sets of actors.
I've got lots of chemistry, damn it!!!
It would be fun to say "I can't even get into a show directed by my own boyfriend!" only if I didn't believe it just a little. (Just had to get that one out there.)
I know most of the other people auditioning. They're really good, I love them. This is gonna be a ball however it turns out (which I should know by the end of the night).
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In other news:
I need sex. I haven't had any in over a week, which is strange (yeah, I know most of you have gone longer comfortably. I have too, just not now). I think I'm getting laid tonight.
I'm very impatient.
I'll update later with all relevant news!
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UPDATE!
Good news:
I got cast as Miranda. I'm disappointed that I didn't get Ariel, but I definitely still have a great part. In fact, it's the role that scares me most in the show, which will make it a great challenge for me.
And the bad news:
There was no sex. Instead, my boyfriend came over to my house and we were greeted at the door by my sister, near tears and needed hugs. Apparently there was a big fight between my parents. My mother finally dropped the "D" word, which I think has been coming for some time. My father has become an enormous failure of a human being whose will seems set upon maintaining that state. The evening was heavy and ran late for the wrong reasons. At least I could be there for my sister. That makes me glad, even if the subject-matter is depressing and alarming.
I need to get out of this house.
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What's up with the no sex situation? I think your problem is that you're too far from Louisiana