Tradeoffs

I love love love our stage manager, Christina. She's really incredible (as evidenced by the fact that she will be moving on to Juliard shortly.) Our possession of this amazing person nearly makes up for the fact that our musical director appears to have taken leave of the show. This is an eensy bit stressful for all the actors, I'm sure. It's a shame, because when she was around, she really helped me a lot...but at least I have Whitney and The Preacher's Wife to guide me.

So we open in nine days. Thank God Ken Rush is in charge and not me - I'd have had a complete nervous breakdown by now as a director, but as an actor I feel relatively calm. Remember how it didn't feel like Noises Off would ever come together, and then it rocked hard? (I'm stoked that David's in this show too - it's always fun to see your directors onstage.)

I'm nervous, but I do get to strut like a peacock on fire in my number, very Pussycat Dolls, and I'm loving it. Someone likened it to a Britney Spears production - disappointing, because I was going for more of a Christina Aguilera level of skankiness. ...Wait...which one's the skanky one now? Anyway, concentrating on being a ho takes my mind off of what I'm singing, which is great - otherwise, I'm sure I'd just be standing there singing and thinking "These people must think I'm ridiculous. I can't pull this off - what am I DOING?" Even at karaoke, I sing with my head down, staring at the little monitor, even if I've known the words to that song by heart for ten years. Now, maybe I'll look and sound ridiculous, but I'm going to be HOT.