Life in the Theatre

AHHHHHHHHHH! My play was tonight. Closing night already...Yesterday was opening night! So it is in the world of high school theatre. Anyways, it's been awhile since I posted, and I seem to remember saying that I would post all my funny play practice stories. I suppose that this would be an appropriate time to do so. I'll start from the beginning, and I also have pictures to liven it up. Prepare for a long post.

Alrighty, so if you remember my audition monologue (or if you care to look back in the archives) it was one that I wasn't particularly fond of, and the play sounded kinda boring to me. Oh how wrong I was. I would have been sooo lucky if I had gotten into that one. The Supers, ahhhh. I'm absolutely addicted, just ask the people in it...heheheh. But I'm rambling. Let me explain myself. When the entire cast got together and did the read through, a little more than a month ago, I laughed a bit. But the first time I actually saw them acting, I nearly died I was laughing so hard. They should have had oxygen on hand. Mrs. Shaugnessy (I'm not sure how to spell her name I'm SORRY) our director had to tell myself and my friend Kailey to not distract that much. Heck ya. Anyhoo, last week I mentioned something about the Supers' costumes. Thankfully (as in PRAISE TO THE LORD) there was a camera in the house and the lovely Bekki was on hand to take pictures for me. Oo, but I'm getting ahead of myself again. There's a story tucked in here somewhere. Perhaps the best way to tell it would be to copy and paste a msn conversation with my good buddy Brian. Key: me, brian.

heheh, speaking of laughing
you should have been at play practice today to laugh w/ us!
one of the other plays was getting their costumes *snicker*
and...hehehe. there's supposed to be a really disorganized superhero named procrastinate and...hehe
jordan has to wear salmon colored long john footy pajamas w/ a buttflap!!
hahahahahah
hahahahaha
awesome
i know. we were laughing so hard
espescially at his face. he hates them. we love them. ahahaha. and...he needs a yoyo at one point but there aren't any pockets...so he found a rather...creative place to put his yoyo
:-O
lol
but it wasn't the buttflap if tht's wht yr thinking...
try the other end
hahahaha
and the yoyo string was hanging out...
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
bekki and i were dying
ROFL
yeah...he wasn't too happy
haha, i'd be showin off
oh yeah. you do tht brian.
wat a lucky idiot
lol
hahahahah. oh but i'm not finished.
there's so many hilarious things he could do
kevon got part of his costume to
imagine really tiny red running shorts
his words "yep. these are sexy." hehehe. yet another crack up moment.
lol
he wore them over his jeans
o my. so funny.

How true. How true. Absolutely hilarious. Sadly, Jordan's salmon footy pj's got cut. However, Kevin got something that made up for it entirely! If tight, red running shorts weren't enough, would a purple sparkly cape and red and black tights make up for it? oh, and don't forget the purple hair! He's the Curdler all the way.
Which brings me to another story...Hairspray! You think it's a movie? Yeah sure. I've rediscovered the hardcore original. Julia, our magnificent hairstylist created her own ozone hole over these past couple of days. I have no idea how many cans of hairspray she used. She's a maniac! No one was safe. And what makes it all better is how us genderless aliens have glitter hairspray as well as the normal kind. Just cuz aliens need glitter. Of course. There was always the danger of her randomly calling out: "Yo, alien! You need more glitter!" (She didn't know some of our names. Those sophomores...Kevon doesn't know my name either! I found that out today. He called me Amber Or Someone. Amber?!?!) Moving on. I wish I could fully express how much my head feels like a helmet right now, considering I haven't taken a shower yet to get it all out. I can barely feel it when someone touches the top of my head. My hair crinkles. It makes sound when it moves. One of my fellow aliens, Melissa, actually BROKE a piece of her hair off. That is how much hairspray we have. And today, since there was not going to be any need for any extra glitter hairspray after this performance, Julia really went nuts. There was so much glitter on our alien bodies, that there was a cloud of glitter floating about on stage. I don't want to see what my lungs look like after being in that backstage hallway. Probably something along the lines of black lung. Look at her evil little smile. And no, I did not photoshop this picture so you could see the hairspray coming out of the can. It just goes to show how much she was using! Argh!

Hmm...What's another story I had planed to mention? Oh! Sam Olson! I think I'm fairly advanced at creeping him out. I should get a medal or something. For the past couple of days, I've been following him around really closely. As in my shoulder was pressing into his. Add that to my creepy smile and I'm all over this. His usual response was so worth it "Stranger danger!" But today he let me down. "If you think you're going to get me to say it, you're wrong." *pout* I followed him a lot today anyway though, in hopes that might change. It didn't. He just started rolling himself up in the stage curtains to hide from me. Heck ya. Work it Sam, work it you male model you.
Alrighty, I think that I'm caught up enough to talk about today and yesterday. To describe our two shows in front of a paying audience, the best word may in fact be hilarity! We got laughs. Many laughs. And we deserved them. We owned that stage. Tollbooth rocked the tollways with it's stalking tollbooth operator, insane medication-taking operator, and unethical money wheedling operator. The Supers are just superly amazing all the time, Curdling, Procrastinating, or Pacifying. Have a Seat Please makes sense of asking your dentist if their son will go to the dance with you. And Question, well, there never was a bunch of hotter genderless aliens.

And I can't forget crew! Stage crew did fantabulously! Look at Luke, my gosh he's so funny. For some reason Sam and Blake (both from Tollbooth) have taken to calling him Hooch. Don't ask me. Apparently it's from Scrubs. I have no idea.
Oh my, Justin. He's such a character. And a tad of a perv. Then again, what can you expect from a teenage boy? Definitely not cleanliness of mind. Play practice was made very interesting by him. Good 'ol Andy. (He's our Andy in Question.)

I think I've covered most of the main points. Oh not true! Since I am addicted to the Supers, I know almost every line in their play. I say their lines along with them when they practice. I know their timing perfectly, so I'm totally there when Kevon does his big Curdler "C" pose. For example, yesterday I was listening to them through the door, and I started saying their lines. I'm not the only one who knows them so when Callie did her "like puppets you are" motion, about three of us did it exactly synchronized. Sooo awesome! Heheheh. Obsession!

And now, I'm sad. I won't get to see them anymore. I don't have any classes with most of the sophomores, and I don't have any reason to talk to them. Waaaah! It's a terrible thing when theatre buddies don't get to hang with each other anymore. I'm off to cry in my corner. But I better take my rhinestones off first. :P