Oh, my Todd. Okay, so I knew Rent would be a rocky ride, especially with it being my directorial debut, but this is ridiculous. I finally stood in the drama office for god knows how long and fought for the show to go ahead, and for them to stop mucking me around and give us an actual date. Luckily Beth the technical wizard, who's also in charge of the diary, was extremely helpful and we sat and negotiated dates for ages...
Eventually we setlled on Thursday 3rd March, 6 weeks on Thursday. Way earlier than any of us expected/hoped for - but there's no other time available before Easter...
Well, my phone didn't stop buzzing that evening. 3 people dropped out, my fellow production team members went into a huge panic, and someone started complaining about the date. Since then I've recruited 3 extra chorus people, replaced for certain 2 of the 3 drop outs...and lost another principal.
I am SERIOUSLY considering whether or not it'd be possible to do Rent without a Collins or Angel tbh.
And then, just to make me panic even further, Thursday's rehearsal really wasn't too good at all, apart from certain people who are fine. I wanted to run all we'd done so far, and we barely got to page 5 because we had to reblock songs and stuff. I drew up a rehearsal schedule, but we have so much to do, I'm not sure how we'll reach it. I REALLY don't want to end up cutting stuff.
Pray for us. Fingers crossed and all that.
BLEH. Luckily certain members of my cast and my production people are amazing and are dealing with this well. They're attempting to keep me vaguely sane, bless them. We'll get through this and it'll all work out....I'm begging it will anyway.
So, considering the non Rent-Related matters, the forms for my provisional licence have come and Alex (of Elliot Minor) got back to me about recording with him, so we're back on track there; it's all very exciting stuff where he's concerned - desperately awaiting another reply though now with even more details!
A week today I'll be 17, which is terrifying; I remember exactly this time last year...and so much seems to be different. I'm looking forward to actually celebrating it and seeing some amazing people and everything....but I don't want to be 17. It's too close to 18, which means 'grow up, be an adult and be prepared for monumental change.'
Saturday, 15 January 2011
Monday, 10 January 2011
Then you couldn't make things new, just by saying "I love you"...
*guilt guilt guilt frustration argh pain confusion lost self-pity bitter pain jealousy exhaustion punch boom more argh*
*feels sorry for self for 18th time tonight*
ARGHHH just had enough. I felt so bad earlier, I copped out of the first Big Band rehearsal of the year.
I NEVER MISS REHEARSALS. Ever. This is big stuff Taylor-wise.
And this is why I hate being a woman. This is why I hate being an adolescent woman even more.
No, this does not give you permission to make some comment on my apparent masculinity. It bores me now.
I tried taking my mixed bag of emotions and throwing them onto Sibelius to distract myself, usually since music is ALWAYS the perfect cure to all ailments.
Instead, I came up with the zaniest load of bubble and squeak you ever did see, involving a trumpet and a piano. Ha, I think trumpeters might just hate me if I ever tricked one into playing it.
We've been back, like, 3 days, and I just want my bed. All the time. I can't really deal with this all tbh. You all make my head blurry. Go away.
Not you, come back. Seriously.
Please.
I'm praying for a *click* then I'll suddenly be all happy and wooooo again and I won't write overdramatic blogs and wallow in self-pity continiously. I just can't be bothered with that whole witty 'act' at this precise moment in time.
Huge apologies if I've been unpleasant to you or even more of a pain in the backside, you know I don't mean it REALLY.
Glee is on. I can't be bothered to watch it. This lack of motivation is disgusting.
Off to go and indulge in the Bach Marcello or something as equally pretentious.
*feels sorry for self for 18th time tonight*
ARGHHH just had enough. I felt so bad earlier, I copped out of the first Big Band rehearsal of the year.
I NEVER MISS REHEARSALS. Ever. This is big stuff Taylor-wise.
And this is why I hate being a woman. This is why I hate being an adolescent woman even more.
No, this does not give you permission to make some comment on my apparent masculinity. It bores me now.
I tried taking my mixed bag of emotions and throwing them onto Sibelius to distract myself, usually since music is ALWAYS the perfect cure to all ailments.
Instead, I came up with the zaniest load of bubble and squeak you ever did see, involving a trumpet and a piano. Ha, I think trumpeters might just hate me if I ever tricked one into playing it.
We've been back, like, 3 days, and I just want my bed. All the time. I can't really deal with this all tbh. You all make my head blurry. Go away.
Not you, come back. Seriously.
Please.
I'm praying for a *click* then I'll suddenly be all happy and wooooo again and I won't write overdramatic blogs and wallow in self-pity continiously. I just can't be bothered with that whole witty 'act' at this precise moment in time.
Huge apologies if I've been unpleasant to you or even more of a pain in the backside, you know I don't mean it REALLY.
Glee is on. I can't be bothered to watch it. This lack of motivation is disgusting.
Off to go and indulge in the Bach Marcello or something as equally pretentious.
Thursday, 6 January 2011
Remember you, stretched out in the sun...
Er yeah, so buying Forever Delayed by Manic Street Preachers may have just been the best bargain amongst recent Taylor purchases. It's barely come off my Spotify since. I LOVE it when this happens.
That James Rhodes bloke too. ARGH JUST SO MUCH WOW.
Today we returned to our beloved LC, and I had Ext Studies (which became a free), Music, free (mostly spent in music), then Music. I wish I had today every today.
But yeah, I made sure I set JR and his performance of the Blumenfeld left hand etude on both A Level classes, so I'm spreading the word.
And now in Extension Studies I've found myself roped into being part of a presentation on the subject of 'New Musical Theatre'...there's a surprise.
Then again, I AM in love with this particular subject, and doing a talk on it means I get to preach the gospel of Rent and JRB.
We'll be mostly using it as an advert for our own Rent production. Which still has no date. Or proper venue. But Mr Dr bless his heart and soul is rapidly working on it for me, n'aww.
First band rehearsal for it on Tuesday...we've been talking about it and it's exciting stuff...it's also my MD debut as well as my directorial debut so I'm not too sure how everything's gpoing to work, and I'll be winging it when it comes to conducting AND playing keyboards AND keeping an eye on the onstage actors :S
What on earth did I get myself into? I'm sure things will all work out awesomely. Fingers crossed.
I'm so tired. All Christmas we'd been going to bed at 12 and texting till 2 (resulting in hellish contract bills for me, but damn twas so worth it). Consequently, my sleeping pattern is pretty messed up, but that's my own stupid fault.
Actually couldn't sleep last night. Got about 4 hours? Never really had a problem with sleep before either.
You know those times where you're constantly surrounded by lovely, amazing people and you're lucky and you've got it all seemingly going for you and you still feel so distant and lonely? Like there's something you can't keep inside for much longer?
That James Rhodes bloke too. ARGH JUST SO MUCH WOW.
Today we returned to our beloved LC, and I had Ext Studies (which became a free), Music, free (mostly spent in music), then Music. I wish I had today every today.
But yeah, I made sure I set JR and his performance of the Blumenfeld left hand etude on both A Level classes, so I'm spreading the word.
And now in Extension Studies I've found myself roped into being part of a presentation on the subject of 'New Musical Theatre'...there's a surprise.
Then again, I AM in love with this particular subject, and doing a talk on it means I get to preach the gospel of Rent and JRB.
We'll be mostly using it as an advert for our own Rent production. Which still has no date. Or proper venue. But Mr Dr bless his heart and soul is rapidly working on it for me, n'aww.
First band rehearsal for it on Tuesday...we've been talking about it and it's exciting stuff...it's also my MD debut as well as my directorial debut so I'm not too sure how everything's gpoing to work, and I'll be winging it when it comes to conducting AND playing keyboards AND keeping an eye on the onstage actors :S
What on earth did I get myself into? I'm sure things will all work out awesomely. Fingers crossed.
I'm so tired. All Christmas we'd been going to bed at 12 and texting till 2 (resulting in hellish contract bills for me, but damn twas so worth it). Consequently, my sleeping pattern is pretty messed up, but that's my own stupid fault.
Actually couldn't sleep last night. Got about 4 hours? Never really had a problem with sleep before either.
You know those times where you're constantly surrounded by lovely, amazing people and you're lucky and you've got it all seemingly going for you and you still feel so distant and lonely? Like there's something you can't keep inside for much longer?
Wednesday, 5 January 2011
Attend the tale of Edible Marius...
(Don't ask, I promise I'm not drunk.)
(This musical below was based on a story.)
Edible Marius had an illegitmate child who abused HER (because for the sake of pronouns Marius was her mother at the beginning.) The child grew up and started a June rebellion and then Marius became a man today.
HE is rescued by a man dessus the motorway.
"This motorway is part of our heritage; it makes us who we are," said Edible Marius. His new beliefs in the motorway caused a time of political unrest. "They need lots of care and support so they can concentrate and fall in love with other motorways."
Edible Marius' child (who dies at the end of the story) and Edible Marius were the last ones ever.
"It is very personal to each individual!" he cried, and Edible Marius Jr was kicked out, got KICKED by a PIE (kick pies) and Ellen punched her inside a Supermassive Black Hole.
THE END.
(This musical below was based on a story.)
Edible Marius had an illegitmate child who abused HER (because for the sake of pronouns Marius was her mother at the beginning.) The child grew up and started a June rebellion and then Marius became a man today.
HE is rescued by a man dessus the motorway.
"This motorway is part of our heritage; it makes us who we are," said Edible Marius. His new beliefs in the motorway caused a time of political unrest. "They need lots of care and support so they can concentrate and fall in love with other motorways."
Edible Marius' child (who dies at the end of the story) and Edible Marius were the last ones ever.
"It is very personal to each individual!" he cried, and Edible Marius Jr was kicked out, got KICKED by a PIE (kick pies) and Ellen punched her inside a Supermassive Black Hole.
THE END.
Monday, 3 January 2011
We don't talk about love.
Sometimes, iTunes is awesome, e.g. Manic Street Preachers' Forever Delayed for £3.95.
Other times, iTunes is a pain in the backside, e.g. crashing my computer after taking years to load.
Sometimes, people are awesome.
Other times, I just want to punch people in the face.
An hour away from 4 days in, but this year feels no different...
Other times, iTunes is a pain in the backside, e.g. crashing my computer after taking years to load.
Sometimes, people are awesome.
Other times, I just want to punch people in the face.
An hour away from 4 days in, but this year feels no different...
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