High School Dramatics

 

Author's Note: Well, when I had talked about auditioning for State Fair if I was lucky, at the Tea Room. Liz's comment stuck with me, about writing about it, like she did for Et in Arcadia Ego and Much Ado About Acting. Well, I never got to audition for State Fair, but I am participating in Bye, Bye, Birdie. I plan on posting every other time we have a rehearsal--what I've posted here is just an 'up to now' thing, but I won't make any promises. =) So it should hopefully be twice a week. Therefore, I present to you: High School Dramatics! Happily dedicated to Liz M.

Pre-Audition Highs:

I knew I could do this. JT, my fall play director, had commented on how much I had grown as an actress. I could do this. I could do this.

Heck, I even had the help of my second oldest sister's boyfriend's sister, who had played the role that I was auditioning for just that fall. She had given me her music, and I had practiced and practiced and practiced and watched the video of their production a few times.

So the night of auditions, I was pumped, psyched, and ready to go.

My very good friend Anthony had been very jittery going into his audition, so I went in with him, and made him promise to go with me. He did fine, though the director has never really liked him much, though he's a wonderful actor. She didn't ask him to read, because she knew what he could do. He had gotten the lead in almost every play he had been in for the past three years.

My turn came in half an hour, and I held Anthony's hand as I strode into the audition room outwardly confident and handed Kelly, the director, my resume. She skimmed it, and then came to the part where we can state which roles we would like her to take into consideration for us.

"Now . . . what part do you want?"

I thought I had been perfectly clear! "Rosie Alvarez."

"Rosie? Okaaay. Will you accept any other role?"

I sighed and got a bit flustered. I had written it all out on the paper. Why didn't she understand? "I want Rosie more than anything. But if you want me in a different part, I'll get over it."

"So you will accept another role?"

What is she, a lawyer? Can I be anymore clear? What is she trying to get me to say? I paused and thought it out. " . . . If I have to," I responded as nicely as possible. I watched her check the ‘Yes I will accept another role' box and cross out the ‘No, I won't' box.

"Okay. So do you want to sing or read, first?"

"Sing." I knew I could sing. I had the song down cold.

I handed my music to the Pit Director, Jules, who handed it to the accompanist.

"What are you singing?"

"Spanish Rose." I had dressed up especially for the role. I was wearing my long black skirt, black platforms, and a plain orange shirt of my sisters that looked great on me. My hair was pulled back into a bun so that I'd look more like a secretary, like Rosie. Daring, but still professional. I had worn it to school all day so that it wouldn't look like I was dressing up for the audition, and quite a few guys had flirted with me that I had never talked to before--it was not my usual attire. All in all, I was confident.

The accompanist started after the intro, but I didn't let that throw me off as I got into the song and used my Spanish accent that Rosie would use for the song.

"I'll be the toast of Chi-chi Costanango.

And all day long my castanets will click."

I threw a coy glance at Anthony, who was sitting next to Kelly.

"I'll hide behind my fan and do the tango.

I'll be so Spanish it will make you sick!"

I moved away from the music stand, and walked around and gestured to the music.

"I'll eat the tacos and the enchilada.

I'll drink tequila till I feel no pain.

The only song I'll sing will be Grenada.

I'll be more Espagnol than Abbe Lane!"

Now I really let loose.

"Coo-coo-coo! La cucu! Racha! Sssssssss--"

"Okay, that's good," Jules interrupted. She's the Pit Director and all around music director for the musical, and for the high school in general.

"Do you want to read with Anthony?"

"Sure," I replied as I accepted the prompt book. We read the opening scene right before Rosie sings "An English Teacher," and let me tell you, it was perfect. And I'm really not saying that to blow my own horn. Anthony and I were on a roll, and we even had Kelly laughing at the funny lines.

All in all, I left the audition floating on air, confidant that I at least had a shot. But the next day at school Amanda told me that they had called Jen in to sing for them three times, and Gabe back in twice. My heart sank just a little, but I kept faith that since I had done an excellent job at the audition, Anthony and I were going to be fine.

 

The Anguish of Waiting:

They delayed the postings two days, and when I questioned Kelly outside her classroom on the second day, she looked a little displeased with me for some reason. Maybe a lot of people had been asking her about it, and she was fed up. But personally, I had restrained myself from asking at all until that moment.

"We'll post tomorrow. I just got back from making the final decision with JT and Kelly and Jules," she told me.

We have two directors named Kelly, but the one that Kelly is talking about, will not be involved much, so there shouldn't be any confusion.

"We just made a decision that will make a few people pretty upset." She looked very pointedly at me, but then softened for a moment. That moment didn't last very long, though. "But they'll get over it." She blew past me into her room, and I stood numbly outside for a few seconds before leaving school.

 

Post-Audition Blues:

Well, if Kelly hadn't been blunt enough outside her room, I caught the full force of it when I met Anthony at her door the next morning, as we had arranged, to look at postings. I was convinced Anthony would get Albert Peterson.

But Anthony did not get Albert. And I did not get Rosie. I watched as Anthony walked dejectedly away. I scanned the list for whom he had gotten. Hugo Peabody? Ridiculous. I scanned further down. And further . . . and further . . . and finally ran across my name. Deborah Sue. Who the heck is Deborah Sue?

I, too, walked dejectedly away to my first hour class.

"Leah, what's wrong?"

Ashley is my best friend, and she knows me too well sometimes.

"I didn't get it," I looked at her and felt my heart clench up.

"Ohhhh!! I'm sorry, Leah."

Ashley gave me a hug and the bell rang to start school.

. . . Such . . . is . . . life . . . .

 

Pre-Stage Rehearsals:

I went to the first rehearsal that lasted all day. We were to learn all of the songs before we got on stage so that we could work on choreography, too. Well, to be honest, I couldn't stand it. It seemed like I was the only one singing. I will give allowance for the fact that I'm in my church's choir, and the director is a slave driver, so I covered the harmony easily. But the others needed more work. It was basically a lot of repetition, and I got bored after the first hour.

I went to about half of the scheduled choir rehearsals. I had a long conversation with my sister on whether I should quit or not, and I finally decided not to. My heart still wasn't in it, though, and I was very frustrated. I was in Drama because I loved it. I wasn't loving this. And I adored musicals. But I wasn't adoring this.

So I suppose you could safely say that my attitude throughout the first two months was, well . . .bad. I knew my parts, but Jules thought I wasn't dedicated and I didn't know what I was doing because I didn't show up half of the time. I was pretty surprised they didn't yell at me, and truth be told, I wasn't dedicated, though I did know what I was doing.

After two and a half months of hemming and hawing, Anthony decided to quit. I can't say I blame him. He has a large ego, but I respect that because he generally deserves to have one. Being Hugo, who was in very few scenes was very degrading to him. He took it personally, and honestly, I took it a little personally, as well, even though I kept telling myself that I shouldn't.

But I suffered through it, and a week before we got on stage I told myself that I had to decide. Was I committed? If I wasn't, then I needed to quit, because my heart wouldn't be in the show. I didn't want to be a detriment to the play; I still wanted it to be wonderful. The question was, did I want to be a part of making it wonderful?

I decided that I did, and that I needed to get over myself. Kelly cast who she thought would do the best job, and I had to get over it. I just had to. Otherwise, there was no hope.

 

Getting the Best of It:

I went to the meeting on Monday, April 3rd, and surprised myself. I was having fun.

We didn't do any blocking, we just talked about what Kelly expected of us, and then we played some unity games.

Everyone built a human machine together, where we were each a working part, and we made sound effects, too.

After everyone had gotten together, Kelly told us to divide into groups.

Jeffy, who was playing Albert, and whom I've known since Kindergarten, took my hand and led me over to a group that we could be in. There was Gabe, who would be Conrad Birdie; Mark, who would be Mr. MacKaffee; Sean, Kelly's ten-year-old nephew who would be Randolph; Heather, who was one of the chorus girls; and Amanda, who was one of the reporters.

Our first jobs was to make a gadget out of ourselves. We made a teapot. Little Sean laid down on the floor as the base, Amanda and I were the sides, Heather was the handle, and Jeffy was the spout. Gabe stood under our arms and over Sean, bubbling around pretending to be the tea, and Mark whirled around in circles pretending to be steam. We did very well, actually. We even poured, which was difficult to do without kicking Sean or falling over, and Jeffy made whistling noises. Out of all the teams, ours was the best!

The second unity project we did was to stay in our groups and one group at a time, stand in a line and write a love letter with our noses. Our group decided to rhyme, and we wrote it to Nicole, a girl who went to the school of the neighboring town, whom Gabe was in love with. It was pretty hilarious, and we all had a hard time staying focused.

After Kelly was done talking and handing out the new revised schedules, we were dismissed an hour early. This left us plenty of time to goof off, and we started a game that we had just learned that weekend while at the State Drama Competition. Well, it's not really a game, it's a dancing circle. When we got too tired to dance anymore we went outside and played another game that we had learned last year at State called Buck-Buck. Buck-Buck is like LeapFrog, but you actually land on the person and try to knock them over. It can sometimes be painful, but it's very fun.

I felt much better towards the musical after Monday, and was ready to start blocking in two days time.

 

Wednesday, April 5, 2000:

Wow. This was disorganized. Poor Kelly. She must be going crazy. I tried to keep others and myself on task for Kelly's sake so that we could get through the blocking that we needed to do. It was such a difference from Contest Play and Group Interpretation, which had just ended. There was discipline there. This was madness.

Before practice I boxed with David a little. David is Hugo, now. He was originally Randolph, but since Anthony quit, he's Hugo now. David and I love to fight. I'm no good at it, but every once in awhile I can get him in the breadbox or upside the head. And we never hurt each other, it's just fun and games. It usually ends with David picking me up, whirling me around till I'm sick, and then dumping me on the stage. Tonight was no different!

Since they were blocking a scene that the chorus and teens weren't in first, the helper-outer, the Spanish teacher actually, took us out into the corridor and gave the newbies their first acting lessons. She told them to smile, to sing from their diaphragms, and gave them the typical stage directions: up stage, down stage, stage left and right, up stage center, etc, etc, etc. It's a bunch of stuff most of us already knew. But I like Judy because she's funny. She makes everything fun. We ran lines and she told everyone to be louder and put more inflection in their voices.

When they were done blocking the first scene in the auditorium we went in and hopped on stage. There was a slight discrepancy in who should be singing when, so Angel and I were to stand just off stage and sing, since we were the only ones on the soprano harmony part. We were Sweet Apple girls, but the song took place in New York, which Jules didn't know when she put people in various songs.

Practice ended early, and I drove home in my 1985 Dodge Ram Van that all my friends, and I adore. They're not allowed to ride in it yet, but they love it. We've been trying to think of a name for it. My sister's 1974 Valiant is called the ‘Green Bean' and my other sister's old car, a Horizon, is the ‘Hummer.' So my van needs a name, too. A few freshmen have been calling the ‘Mystery Machine,' but I don't like that one.

 

Thursday, April 6, 2000:

I left home rather grumpy after an argument with my father, but as soon as I pulled into the ‘S Curve,' the school's driveway, Veronica, who was playing Gloria Rasputin, came up to my window and told me in her now hoarse voice that her pictures from Drama Sectionals had come back. So Nonnie and I pulled up a piece of cement and laughed at all the pictures.

When we headed in I put my books on the stage. I had brought Pride and Prejudice in case I had any free time. It was the copy I had bought my mother, The Complete Works of Jane Austen.

"How many volumes are there?" Gabe asked as he picked it up and flipped through the pages of Sense and Sensibility and Pride and Prejudice.

"Three or four, I think," I said as Jeffy grabbed me around the waist, twirled me around, and kissed my forehead.

"Hiya, Jeffy!" I kissed his cheek.

Jeffy and I have a thing where we sing to each other and dance. He sings me "Bicycle Built for Two" and I sing him "You're Awful" from On the Town. It's so adorable--Jeffy is a very out going person, but "You're Awful" never fails to make him blush!

Rehearsals actually started and we ran through Act I Scene 5, when Conrad Birdie first comes to Sweet Apple, Ohio. It's the scene I have most of my lines. I must admit that I'm enjoying acting like a hormone ridden, lovesick teenybopper from the 1950's.

Another good thing came out of this rehearsal. I now have two roles! Well . . . I have one role, and during a blackout I get to yell a line from off stage. We never cast a Phyllis because we didn't have enough people--my high school is very small--but Kelly offered the line to those who didn't have many, and no one was speaking up, so I jumped at the chance to have one more line. Plus I get to have fun with my voice because I get to sound like a crotchety old woman.

I'd also like to mention that, though it has taken me eons, I believe I am over the fact that I didn't get Rosie. Jen is actually doing a good job with the part, and I'm having fun not having to be on stage constantly so I have more time to goof off. Jen is on stage most of the time, and she never gets to have any fun backstage with us. I do not envy her. The role may sound glamorous, but the work that goes into it is too exhausting for me after having a whirlwind three months with Contest Play and Group Interpretation.

I'm also glad that Anthony quit. He likes serious Drama and he's very professional. This would be driving him crazy, and he would have had a bad attitude about it, which would have just brought me down. I told Anthony this, and he agreed wholeheartedly. Funny musicals just weren't his style. But . . . they are mine.

 

Tuesday, April 11, 2000:

Ha! HA! Ha ha ha ha ha! Oh, I'm evil. I can't stop laughing. I have derived some evil pleasure out of the fact that the song "Spanish Rose" has been cut from the play. The song that I auditioned to! The reason? Well, really there is no reason. Kelly wants to make the play as much like the modern movie (gag me) as possible, and in the modern movie with Jason Alexander and Vanessa Williams, "Spanish Rose" is a big. . . well, steamy scene, I guess, when Rosie is ‘flying high' at the bar. Anyway, it's not like that in the actual play version or the old movie (much better), but the song is still cut.

Kelly actually cracked down on us a little today. I was impressed. I hope that will become a trend, because we almost actually got something done today. I know that I'm not being fair, but this hasn't seemed like a play, it's seemed like social hour.

Of course, I'm probably not helping things immensely. I have made sure not to goof off while I'm on stage, unlike some. But off stage is another thing. Veronica, who plays Gloria Rasputin, and I are becoming more chummy. She's absolutely crazy, and so much fun to be around.

Tonight, when we weren't on stage, four or five of us were tossing David's racquetball around. For some reason it was a lot of fun. I guess I hadn't played catch in awhile, or something. Then again, Jessica's jokes might have had something to do with it as well. There was Jessica, who was playing Mae Peterson, David, playing Hugo Peabody, Heather, who's Suzie, and me--Deborah Sue. Occasionally Aaron, aka ‘Pinky' (has to do with his last name), would come over and join us. He's a reporter in the play.

All in all, I left musical practice much happier than most times. Everything is finally coming together.

 

Wednesday, April 12, 2000:

Tonight we weren't allowed to play catch because Jules said it distracted her.

We did go over "The Telephone Hour," though. Over and over and over and over. And it's still not very good.

There are two major problems with our music so far.

#1. We have a lot of new recruits who don't know what they're doing.

#2. The rest of us are either sick, the music isn't in a good range for us, or we're tone deaf.

A lot of us are a lot better when we're singing with the recording, but can't handle it on our own. I can generally handle it on my own, but I think I'd be failing miserably if it weren't for the church choir. The choir usually sings a cappella, so I'm used to it. It took me awhile to get the hang of it though. Mr. B. will never know how much I owe to him.

I wasn't in much tonight. I brought Pride and Prejudice again because I've been trying to find something to have one of my characters read in a story I've been working on since October (it's not a DWG story).

It was a beautiful night, just at the point of sunset, and I had spring fever. So, on the way home that night I took the roundabout way home that goes over the river. I drove down to the docks for a minute and breathed in the beautiful, fresh spring air, looking at the picturesque moment as the sky turned pink, red, orange, and purple, then proceeded home.

 

Interlude:

After that practice, I hadn't been to the others. I had my piano recital Sunday, and then we would be leaving for Florida on Spring Break (which was wonderful, by the way). The day after we got back we had another practice that I wasn't able to attend because I had to go with my mother to pick up my middle sister at her college for Easter. That Saturday we had a set building day that I wasn't able to go to either, because I had chores at home that I had been putting off. Yesterday, Monday, we had an Scholastic Bowl tournament and dinner held at the Elk's Club, so I wasn't able to go to that practice, either. All in all, I was pretty sure that Kelly would be pretty angry with me today, Tuesday.

 

Tuesday, April 25, 2000:

Tonight I pulled up in the ‘S Curve' and Brianne's dad made fun of me while I attempted to parallel park my bus. I did manage to do it, but I hit the curb once, which is what he was teasing me about.

"The car is supposed to stay on the road, Leah! Not the sidewalk!"

"But it's more fun this way!"

"That's what the curb is for, silly!"

"Thanks, Brian!"

Brianne, who is playing Ursula Merkle, my sister, waited for me and we walked inside together. She was talking about her busy schedule.

"And then after practice tonight I have to go buy a . . . a . . . a . . . "

"A new voice?" I teased her. The poor girl lost her voice for no apparent reason yesterday, and now she sounds like Veronica's imitation of the call girl Bambi that she made up. In other words, her voice is really hoarse, and it's lowered an octave or two.

Anyway, for some reason Brianne thought that was the funniest thing on earth since she had read that Far Side comic in class and laughed for ten minutes a few months ago. She was doubled over laughing in the gym, so I handed her over to Sara to take care of her while I talked with Jessica and Jeffy.

I told Jeffy that I'd pay him if he ‘grabbed some rim' off the basketball hoop. He and I went down to the opposite side of the gymnasium and he made a big show about warming up and getting ready to jump. He did grab the rim, which I already knew he could do. So I paid him with a kiss on the cheek, which triggered a bout of flirting on his part. Everyone knows that my neck is extremely ticklish, and they like to give me fits. Jeffy included.

Once I escaped from Jeffy I gave some boyfriend advice to Nessa (ok, it's really VAnessa), our stage manager, and talked with Jenny, aka Hekie (also has to do with her last name) about her dad. Hekie wants to move out and live with Jessica or Renae, another friend, when she turns eighteen, for parental reasons. Her birthday is April 28th. I don't know if it will happen. If she moves in with Jessica at least she'll get some good home cookin'! Jessica's mom is a whiz.

We started out with the end of Act I, and then finished the play with all of Act II. We choreographed a couple things, but mostly the dancing will just be improv--whatever we make up at the moment.

If I said that things were coming together earlier, I lied. Things are worse, now. If I were Kelly I would have started crying at rehearsal. Only a fourth of the cast even pays attention to her when she's talking, and so we're not getting much accomplished. I kept myself focused unless she was talking to the principals, and the freshmen who were ignoring her were really starting to grate on me. I think I like a disciplined stage much better than . . . this chaos. Veronica thinks we should have a Thespian meeting and encourage the Thespians to be good examples--not all of them are. I don't know that it would do much good, though. There will always be those who won't put their noses to the grind stone when we need to.

Basically all we did tonight, though, was run through Act II and work out some rough spots.

I brought my homework with me, but I only got three math problems done. I was having too much fun with Nonnie (Veronica). The story behind ‘Nonnie' (I'm the only one who calls her that) is that in the Fred Astaire, George Burns, and Gracie Allan movie Damsel in Distress, Fred Astaire is trying to get past some security guard guy, and he pops in and out of an adult choir singing about ‘A wife, a daughter, a mother of three. Of three, of three, of three, of three. A mother of three.' Anyway, Fred Astaire takes the woman's solo and sings about himself being a wife, daughter, and mother of three. The nonnie part comes in with the refrain. ‘Something, something, something, with a hey! and a nonnie!' So one day during Group Interpretation practice I had that song stuck in my head and I started calling her Nonnie.

Oh, I might mention also that during "Ice House Living" all of the teenage girls get to attack Gabe, who's Conrad Birdie. We end up all eleven girls doggy piled on top of him. This is Gabe's favorite role so far, by the way. Gabe is a senior. What a way for him to go out.

We wrapped up the night with the mushy Rosie and Albert song when Albert sings "Rosie" and they dance and sing and kiss. I will give credit where credit is due. That scene is the best in the play, so far. Jen does an excellent job as Rosie, and I can't even picture Anthony as Albert anymore. Jeffy has really made Albert his own character. A mix between Dick Van Dyke, Jason Alexander, and himself. It's come out very well.

I think that, though some people have been not paying attention and cracking down, the play just might come off all right. It could definitely be better, and we are way behind schedule right now, but I don't think we'll fall flat on our backs . . . yet.

 

Wednesday, April 26, 2000:

I brought a book with me tonight that I'm all wrapped up in (again) called Crimson Roses, so all I did before practice was lay on the gym floor and read until Nonnie came and decided to bug me. I was trying to ignore her because I was at a very good part, but she started tickling me, so I had to chase her around a bit and make fun of how short her little plaid skirt was.

At 5:35, Kelly called us all into a big circle and told us what we would be doing tonight--finally choreographing! Then we did a group activity, which was making and ‘eating' a ‘ball of energy' so that we'd be ready to dance. Then she laid the big one on us.

Since our singing basically. . . was not good . . . Mrs. McCord was going to have a music rehearsal for everyone Monday and Tuesday after school until our stage practice began. Splendid. I know that I've been complaining about us not sounding good, but my gosh! I feel like I'm doing Contest Play and Group Interpretation and Speech Team again, where I'd go to Speech Team practice from 2:40 to 3:15, GI from 3:30 to 5:00, and Contest Play from 5:30 to 7:00. Except we don't get out of musical practice until 7:30, sometimes 7:45. Well, hopefully our teachers won't assign a lot of homework next week. Though our research papers are due on Wednesday for World Stud.

Anyway, after Kelly told us that, the ‘Teen Chorus' people started choreographing "Got a Lot of Livin' to Do.' Candin, who's playing Kim McKaffee, and Rana, who's one of the teen girls, basically made it up and taught it to us as they went along. So we only got done with half of the song that night. It is a very long song, though. It was actually fun, and Rana did a good job thinking it up--Candin was really just helping teach it to us.

As we were learning "Lot of Living," Mark, Nina, Sean, Sarah, and Jesse were learning the choreography for the "Kids" song. It's basically all Mark and Nina throughout the song--Mr. and Mrs. McKaffee, but the other three come in about half way through it.

Halfway through "Lot of Living," Jen, who's Rosie, Jeffy--Albert, and Jessica--Mae, who had all been rehearsing their numbers in the balconies, came and watched and helped out where there were problem spots, made suggestions, and took aside some of the people and showed them what they were doing wrong.

After an hour and a half of "Lot of Living," which surprisingly didn't start wearing on my nerves at all, we went on stage and scrunched everything together because we had ‘misestimated' the size of it as we were working on the gymnasium floor. So then we showed everyone the first half of the song, and Nina, Mark, and those three showed us the "Kids" song, which is going to be hilarious.

After we ran through those two songs once or twice more, and changed a few more things, we did the "Ed Sullivan Show" scene where Gabe sings "One Last Kiss" and the teenage girls sway along, and then Hugo, played by David, punches Conrad, who is about to kiss Kim, played by Candin, on National Television. Anyway, I guess we were all getting tired because some people just couldn't sway the same way everyone else was. We would be swaying and snapping to the right, and they would sway and snap to the left. So for the next forty-five minutes we worked on just exactly how we would sway and snap and step, which did get rather boring.

I'm thinking though, that perhaps all we needed to refocus was to learn the choreography. I'm feeling much more positive about the show now that we know some of the dance numbers. And plus, the pit band will start playing with us on Wednesday of next week, which will definitely help everyone stay on key. I have high hopes for tomorrow!

 

Thursday, April 27, 2000:

We were supposed to learn some more choreography tonight, but Rana wasn't there, so that fell through. Instead we ran through the scenes when Conrad leaves New York, comes to Sweetapple, and then the "Lot of Livin'" number. We're starting to look much better with that, but I'm still scared about being ready.

Speaking of which, I am happy to report that the Thespians, without a meeting, have started barking at the underlings to shape-up and shut-up. I mean that in the nicest possible way.

But starting from the beginning, I arrived at the gym about five minutes before practice was supposed to start. I had been busy typing up the answers to my questionnaire I had to fill out in order to audition for Drum Majorette of the band, and lost track of time, so I was running a bit later than usual.

I still had time to goof off with Veronica, though, and she taught me how to climb to the balconies from the bleachers without killing myself, which turned out to be hugely fun.

Once we started rehearsal, the first scene we did was when Conrad leaves to come to Sweetapple. I'm a Sweetapple girl, so I'm not in that scene, but I do stand behind the set and sing. Jules hadn't realized the conflict with changing cities when she assigned singing roles, so Angel and I ended up being the only two on the part, but weren't on stage.

During the time that I was standing behind the set, Veronica and I sang the Rosie and Albert song they were going through in that scene along with them, and being overly dramatic about it, of course. We then went around smelling all of the guys that were available, just for fun. I already knew what most of them smelled like, but I discovered a few more good ones like Tyler and Dustin.

The next scene we worked on was the one when Conrad comes to Sweetapple and we recite the Conrad Birdie Pledge. And that's when I got really mad. The guy who was supposed to be out mayor, but hadn't been at the past few rehearsals, did not have his lines down! He has less than I do! One speech, and he's done! He still had to use his prompt book two weeks before the play opens! Our show dates are May 10th-14th. It took a lot of self-control for all of us not to yell at him, thought I saw quite a few angry faces amongst us. He's had the prompt book for about two months now. I was soooo angry. It's bad enough that people have been slacking off, but that just takes the cake. Ok. I'm done now.

So we went through the scene where Conrad comes to town, which slides into Kim singing "One Boy" to Hugo. I'm supposed to be on stage for the dialog before Kim starts singing, but I always seem to forget that, and head off with everyone else who follows Conrad off. But I'll get it down! I told Candin that if I ever did it again that she should just grab me before I left while the Albert and Rosie dialog was still going on. But she won't need to because it won't happen again. It's like a mental block, or something.

But if I thought that was bad I just had to wait thirty seconds. We must have spent half an hour going through "One Boy" so that Candin could figure out how she would walk around. I didn't really mind, though, because I was having fun backstage again. I must have forgotten how much fun it is to be backstage. Anyway, Veronica and I were singing "One Boy" to each other and dancing. We decided we should go on the road, because we'd be awesome. Then we decided that we should call each other Bo Jangles. Bo Jangles is the nickname Veronica gave Dustin because she doesn't know his name, if that makes any sense. We decided that we should take Dustin, aka Bo Jangles, along with us and sing to him during the show instead of to each other.

We finally moved on, though, and went over the choreography we had learned last night, which is steadily improving, I am happy to say. It's doing pretty well, and everyone says that it looks neat from the audience.

After about half an hour on that number we moved on to the Ed Sullivan Show scene. The scene is great except for the fact that some people still can't snap, sway, and tap at the right times. They'll get it though; it's not too bad. We worked on that for another fifteen minutes before Kelly said that those of us who weren't in the "Kids" number could go home.

I gathered up my bag, overshirt, and precious drum majorette questionnaire, and walked down to the Band Room. There was the pit rehearsal going on, so I was waiting patiently outside the door for them to finish the song so that I wouldn't interrupt. Gabe came up behind me and thought I was crazy for waiting, so I let him interrupt for me. I put the questionnaire on Jules' desk and talked to Ashley for a bit, but then decided it was time to go home.

The most wonderful thing about the ride home was that I really didn't need my headlights. I used them anyway, because it was rather questionable, but the point is, that they weren't really necessary! Summer is almost here!

 

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