First things first, from now on, every time I mention/moan/complain about not having sung in ages I need to stop and slap myself silly. If I’m not singing, it’s my own damn fault, and I just need to suck it up. So, yeah, I need to be careful what it is I wish for.
The long and short of it:
Two nights ago, I received a call from a local theatre group I used to work with asking if I could fill in (on super short notice) for someone that had dropped from the show going up this weekend. And yes, if you’re saying to yourself “THIS WEEKEND?!?! IS SHE NUCKING FUTS?”, I most likely am cause I said yes.
Background: The show is part of series featuring lost operettas and musicals from the late 1800’s and early 1900’s. They’re semi-staged, partially open book readings. So I’m not a total effing nut job.
Anywho, I put down my barely touched glass of wine from the bottle I’d just popped open, finished what little of my dinner I could, and hauled my butt over to the warehouse to observe the rehearsal and get an idea of what I just signed up for.
Oh, hey look, I’m kind of a featured dancer. WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?! Helllooooo, fat girl! But apparently, I’m not so fat anymore.
Verdict: cute show. Oh damn, I have one f*ck-ton of music to learn, and just a few days in which to do it.
Fast forward to Thursday: When I wasn’t at work (and when I was at work on break and lunch) I was studying music, and trying to memorize at least a few little bits so I wouldn’t feel like a massive tool at rehearsal that night. Home from work? At the piano, learning and memorizing music. Believe me, if I had my way, I would’ve taken most of Thursday and Friday off from work to cram music.
Rehearsal Thursday: Blocking me into the show and learning choreagraphy. Teacher, my brain is full! I spent most of the rehearsal feeling like a deer in headlights, but after a night to sleep on it I’ve managed to process a good part of the blocking and feel pretty comfortable about it.
Tonight? Show run through at the venue, and blocking me into the last few numbers we didn’t get a chance to touch last night.
Tomorrow? Opening night.
Fun times. I’m going to go plotz now.