Okay, Oliver is back on! Finally. We had a little meeting last night at a coffee shop, and we were to ld by the director that 1) We have lost Fagin, 2) We have lost a bunch of our orphans and some of Fagin's gang, 3) we are gonna kick this bad boy by rehearsing in an 18,000 sq. ft. warehouse three or four times a week.
Oh yeah! We rock! Sorta...
The really bad thing is that the performances are the first two weekends in May, so crunch time is now upon us, more's the pity.
I can hardly wait! I get to bat my eyelashes and sigh, "Oh, Noah," a lot, and then suffer from a servere split-personality disorder (I go from, "You little wretch, work'us!" to "Noah, come sit by me," in less than a minute. If that's not clinically insane, I don't know what is).
But YAY! It's my first-ever production, so I might be just a tad overexcited...
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Hey now. It SO ISN'T your first ever production!
Well, I mean that it's the first time anybody outside of my family (extended, immediate, and not nessicarily related). I'm just discounting the Nuttyland stuff (Sorry, Witch Shadana), and 6 Kids, All Alone, because that never really got off the ground. And A Midsummer Night's Dream: Revised Ali-style didn't really count, did it? We never performed that one. Oh, and that midevil one with all the sisters never got past the second half-rehearsal. The Diary of Dr. Emily was good for some laughs, though. I still remember that: "Is the phone ringing?" silence. "Yeah." More silence. "*Whispered* camera rolling, guyses..." and Larry as Dr. Evil himself! We have to do that again, just for oldtime's sake, the first time any one of us gets even the least bit drunk.
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