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annundrielAll of my classes Thursday are cancelled.
I am the luckiest girl EVER.
Well, okay, so it's not that great because it's not like anything is being pushed back. But it does mean that I don't have to get up before 8:30 tomorrow. And, yes, I know that 8:30 is not that early in the grand scheme of things, but when you can't get your brain to slow down until three in the morning, 8:30 is not always your friend.
Which reminds me that this morning I had a bizarre dream in which I auditioned for and was cast in Les Miserables. The musical one. For some reason, they thought it was a good idea to cast me as Eponine. In the dream I thought I would get chorus or something. Random Person Standing in Background. But I got Eponine and then I had my script binder and was singing "On My Own." That was the rehearsal. Then it was fast-forward and opening night/dress rehearsal and no one had actually explained anything to me and I didn't know where to go and was worried about forgetting the words. I was in an audience area (no one was there) and, realizing that I had no idea where I would go so I could eventually "enter stage right," I approached a woman who tried to explain it to me in whispers before finally saying, "I'm not explaining this very well." At that point she turned back to watching the show and completely ignored me.
I eventually found backstage where all of the other actors were lined up, waiting for their turn to go on. And then it was my turn and I was still carrying my script binder and then I basically woke up as I stepped out on stage.
Now, the weird thing was how non-terrifying the whole thing was. It wasn't one of those scary stage fright dreams. It was more surreal than that, even though it was realistic. It was all pretty calm and soft around the edges. And cool and colorful. I remember that during the performance/dress rehearsal I had wandered into the lobby and then back into the auditorium and just watched the show and got shivers. And then I went from the dark of that room to the bright colors and lights backstage. That was all very real.
But there was no frantic "Oh my God! My lines!" Which was nice. Just a low level feeling of, "Oh, they're going to be so disappointed if I screw this up."
I have no idea where the dream came from. (I think before it I dreamt about flower shops at Christmas. That I can blame on my mother and my childhood. In a good way.) I mean, I did listen to the musical a little this last weekend. But I also listened to stuff from Man of La Mancha more. Go figure.
Watching old eps of Project Runway on Bravo. If Tim Gunn's not in the next season, do you think the show will be any less?
I am the luckiest girl EVER.
Well, okay, so it's not that great because it's not like anything is being pushed back. But it does mean that I don't have to get up before 8:30 tomorrow. And, yes, I know that 8:30 is not that early in the grand scheme of things, but when you can't get your brain to slow down until three in the morning, 8:30 is not always your friend.
Which reminds me that this morning I had a bizarre dream in which I auditioned for and was cast in Les Miserables. The musical one. For some reason, they thought it was a good idea to cast me as Eponine. In the dream I thought I would get chorus or something. Random Person Standing in Background. But I got Eponine and then I had my script binder and was singing "On My Own." That was the rehearsal. Then it was fast-forward and opening night/dress rehearsal and no one had actually explained anything to me and I didn't know where to go and was worried about forgetting the words. I was in an audience area (no one was there) and, realizing that I had no idea where I would go so I could eventually "enter stage right," I approached a woman who tried to explain it to me in whispers before finally saying, "I'm not explaining this very well." At that point she turned back to watching the show and completely ignored me.
I eventually found backstage where all of the other actors were lined up, waiting for their turn to go on. And then it was my turn and I was still carrying my script binder and then I basically woke up as I stepped out on stage.
Now, the weird thing was how non-terrifying the whole thing was. It wasn't one of those scary stage fright dreams. It was more surreal than that, even though it was realistic. It was all pretty calm and soft around the edges. And cool and colorful. I remember that during the performance/dress rehearsal I had wandered into the lobby and then back into the auditorium and just watched the show and got shivers. And then I went from the dark of that room to the bright colors and lights backstage. That was all very real.
But there was no frantic "Oh my God! My lines!" Which was nice. Just a low level feeling of, "Oh, they're going to be so disappointed if I screw this up."
I have no idea where the dream came from. (I think before it I dreamt about flower shops at Christmas. That I can blame on my mother and my childhood. In a good way.) I mean, I did listen to the musical a little this last weekend. But I also listened to stuff from Man of La Mancha more. Go figure.
Watching old eps of Project Runway on Bravo. If Tim Gunn's not in the next season, do you think the show will be any less?
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Date: 2007-02-23 09:30 am (UTC)