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Feb. 1st, 2006 10:47 pmTeatron!!!!
It's a robot that makes tea. And I would like some right now.
Performance #1 of The Chopin Playoffs was a success, aside from Mr. Wong (A.J.) not having a hat. That's kind of my fault, kind of the auditorium's fault, and kind of the %$&%^#%$#^ %$%$%^^& who stole the Fez's fault. He's supposed to wear a Fez [you can see it in the playbill being modeled by our beautiful cast members] but after Thursday's rehearsal, it went missing. No one has seen it since then. And it belongs to Rabbi Seif. I have been looking and looking and looking and have not found it.
Tonight I told Rabbi Seif, who was like "what can you do? These things happen. Don't beat yourself up, Rachel." Of course, by then I was on my way out of the office, and I burst into tears in the auditorium [which was unlit and empty at the time.] The fez is from Morocco, so it's not easily replacable. I feel horrible. Further proof of my irresponsibility.
Somehow I made it to call, and I had nothing better to do so I sold tickets at the door. We ended up with around 35 people, which isn't bad for a Wednesday night, except that the theatre seats around 200 people so it looked rather sad. Tomorrow's early show will likely have the same kind of turnout. But Saturday night should be sold out.
masteraleph and A.J. came up with a strategy for acting last year. It's called "not sucking." The idea is not to suck. And everyone pulled off not sucking. Yay!
I could put up more bloopers, but I've forgotten the majority of them. Check out
levana_b's post from a few days ago if you're interested in seeing our wit.
It's a robot that makes tea. And I would like some right now.
Performance #1 of The Chopin Playoffs was a success, aside from Mr. Wong (A.J.) not having a hat. That's kind of my fault, kind of the auditorium's fault, and kind of the %$&%^#%$#^ %$%$%^^& who stole the Fez's fault. He's supposed to wear a Fez [you can see it in the playbill being modeled by our beautiful cast members] but after Thursday's rehearsal, it went missing. No one has seen it since then. And it belongs to Rabbi Seif. I have been looking and looking and looking and have not found it.
Tonight I told Rabbi Seif, who was like "what can you do? These things happen. Don't beat yourself up, Rachel." Of course, by then I was on my way out of the office, and I burst into tears in the auditorium [which was unlit and empty at the time.] The fez is from Morocco, so it's not easily replacable. I feel horrible. Further proof of my irresponsibility.
Somehow I made it to call, and I had nothing better to do so I sold tickets at the door. We ended up with around 35 people, which isn't bad for a Wednesday night, except that the theatre seats around 200 people so it looked rather sad. Tomorrow's early show will likely have the same kind of turnout. But Saturday night should be sold out.
I could put up more bloopers, but I've forgotten the majority of them. Check out