Sanctuary!!!

Broken and isolated, Quasimodo sits alone in her tower....

Last night was preview for 1940s, and from what I understand, everyone did quite well. I have relinquished spotlight to Julia (she's just plain better at it) and taken to running the giant heinous clock, which is now my least favourite set piece ever, even more so than the great unpredictable doorknob of Noises Off or the man-eating entry curtains of Whorehouse. Julia and I will be splitting our duties so I'm not completely stuck, and so she can share in my joy. I can't really even describe what it's like - a tiny room, a la Being John Malkovich, about four feet high (I have a mild concussion from when I forgot not to stand up fully) with the clock mechanism in the corner, loosely mounted about 8 inches off the floor. This means I have to sit on the floor (which was swept, thank you Patrick) and hold this thing stationary for two hours, attempting to move the clock to the appropriate times and, if I'm up for the challenge, run it like a real clock, which is a challenge because no matter how you mark the thing, the hands never seem to match up to the ticks on the back. (We're working on a fix so at least I don't have to hold it - remember that tremor? Ever seen a clock with a minute hand that twitches back and forth as if the clock itself had Parkinson's?) Feet asleep, back aching, all that good stuff. Kudos to Rick Breese for being the one actor curious enough to hike up into my loft and check the thing out - he's the only one who knows that I'm not retarded, just dealing with an extremely unpredictable and awkward set piece. Kyle had a wonderful take on the clock - when I told him about it, he became very excited about me running the clock, explaining how it's practically puppetteering. "You're a part of the show! It's like playing the plant in Little Shop!" Nice guy, gotta love him for trying.

I'd forgotten what it was like to be a tech among actors - just a small step below being as good as everyone else. That's one reason why I wanted to do this, though - to make sure I am always grateful and appreciative.

I think I'll be glad I was sought out yesterday as the girl who'll tell it like it is. It's amazing that within a week of knowing someone, I can be pegged as that chick who barfs whatever she's thinking - but it's better than being the girl who can't be trusted to tell the truth, and so I'm happy for that.

Today I'm happy because of Jeff Lindberg. Someone in this show has a lot of balls, and Jeff has a lot of charm and class, and guess who won.