Thursday was probably the geatest day I have had in awhile, could have been because wednesday was so awful.
Wednesday, my depression kicked in early, I felt it, so I tried to stay away from anything that would set me off. However, feeling that the producer had hated me for months, this was somewhat tricky when we got into the play. I messed up one sound Q, BAD. I had a instant feeling that the song wasn't playing, turns out it was. then I thought it was the wrong song...turns out it wasn't but i pressed NEXT anyway...BAD IDEA. I turned off the music, waiting for my next sound Q and tried to hide my tears as I was certain this was just something else the producer could gloat about.
He didn't, I think in his own way he was trying to calm me down by 'solving' the problem after the show, really his solving of problems just comes off as "you're wrong and I'm right" so it didn't really help. We went to a hookah bar but one of the actors and myself went for a quick walk. Where I told her the real issue wasn't me fucking up it was me certain that I was going to get yelled out by the producer. She helpped me realize he probably didn't hate me :P
SO THATS THAT DAY THE NEXT DAY WAS GLORIOUS. LONG BUT GLORIOUS,
as with every day of the week we have been waking up at around 11 or 12. The actor and the producer picked up food from the bakery (another common occurance while we've been here). At one point, while the actor was away, I told the producer how he was making me feel, I think we came to an agreement. We then rode the bus together (I somewhat had a feeling the actor was trying to get us alone so that we could solve the issue as this continued all day), met up with the script writer and the other actor. We went to the park and talked with them for a bit. We eventually had to go to meet up with our actor, and attend a really bad play. Then rush out and pick up a tri pod at a rehearsal hall and rush over to our own show.
WHICH WENT OVER BEATIFULLY! not a single sound mistake. You don't know how happy I was to report that in my performance log that night. After the show the actors and the producer were stopped for an interview, I went on ahead to book us a table at a very nice resturant. unfortunately I got there at 9:45, their kitchen closed at 10:00 and by the time the interview finished up we couldn't order anything. The wine store also closed but there were other places we could get wine and found a lovely little bring your own wine resturant. We sat outside, had a nice quiet meal (something we couldn't very well have at the first resturant). After supper we made our way over to an after midnight festival performance, fun time. Dance party from 2-3 and then BOOK IT TO THE BUS!
we got home earlier than usual, I couldn't sleep that night, probably just such a good night. We found out our FOH numbers and were really happy about them.
Yup that's about it.
Wednesday, my depression kicked in early, I felt it, so I tried to stay away from anything that would set me off. However, feeling that the producer had hated me for months, this was somewhat tricky when we got into the play. I messed up one sound Q, BAD. I had a instant feeling that the song wasn't playing, turns out it was. then I thought it was the wrong song...turns out it wasn't but i pressed NEXT anyway...BAD IDEA. I turned off the music, waiting for my next sound Q and tried to hide my tears as I was certain this was just something else the producer could gloat about.
He didn't, I think in his own way he was trying to calm me down by 'solving' the problem after the show, really his solving of problems just comes off as "you're wrong and I'm right" so it didn't really help. We went to a hookah bar but one of the actors and myself went for a quick walk. Where I told her the real issue wasn't me fucking up it was me certain that I was going to get yelled out by the producer. She helpped me realize he probably didn't hate me :P
SO THATS THAT DAY THE NEXT DAY WAS GLORIOUS. LONG BUT GLORIOUS,
as with every day of the week we have been waking up at around 11 or 12. The actor and the producer picked up food from the bakery (another common occurance while we've been here). At one point, while the actor was away, I told the producer how he was making me feel, I think we came to an agreement. We then rode the bus together (I somewhat had a feeling the actor was trying to get us alone so that we could solve the issue as this continued all day), met up with the script writer and the other actor. We went to the park and talked with them for a bit. We eventually had to go to meet up with our actor, and attend a really bad play. Then rush out and pick up a tri pod at a rehearsal hall and rush over to our own show.
WHICH WENT OVER BEATIFULLY! not a single sound mistake. You don't know how happy I was to report that in my performance log that night. After the show the actors and the producer were stopped for an interview, I went on ahead to book us a table at a very nice resturant. unfortunately I got there at 9:45, their kitchen closed at 10:00 and by the time the interview finished up we couldn't order anything. The wine store also closed but there were other places we could get wine and found a lovely little bring your own wine resturant. We sat outside, had a nice quiet meal (something we couldn't very well have at the first resturant). After supper we made our way over to an after midnight festival performance, fun time. Dance party from 2-3 and then BOOK IT TO THE BUS!
we got home earlier than usual, I couldn't sleep that night, probably just such a good night. We found out our FOH numbers and were really happy about them.
Yup that's about it.
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