One more thing… gender is
One more thing… gender is just an excuse, relationships shouldn’t just be an excuse, love is often an excuse, although sometimes these excuses are all we have to hold onto, death is the reason and living is the celebration
(I wrote this whole thing in one piece and then blogger refused to publish it, so I divided it up for your reading pleasure.)
Just when I think I can’t possibly have a better weekend than the one I’m having, I have it. 14/48 was incredible. So, here’s the (brief) rundown…
Friday was a blast. Scot Augustson’s script, William Cole directing, cast of me, Imogen Love, and Erik Van Beauzekom (I know I screwed the spelling up - sorry!) The play was serious but funny and leaped from one time to another. I got to play an eight year old, and a forty-something, and Imogen and Erik were about the cutest senile old couple ever. It was a blast.
I went home for an hour in the afternoon, and I got a call from Lori - the current exec. secretary at RGI. She thanked me for the thank-you-for-interviewing-me card I sent, and said that if I was still interested, I’m one of the top few people they’re considering, and I should have an answer by the time Laura and John get back from their trip (the 27th.) Woo hoo!
At the 8:00, I was actually really nervous. That may sound stuck-up, but the truth of the matter is, I NEVER get nervous - not on opening night, not on closing night, not ever (practically). First of all, I tripped over the edge of the stage and totally bit it while carrying the couch on with Erik. Not the most auspicious of beginnings. As the lights were coming up, my stomach jumped into my throat. But, luckily enough, I felt like it went really well - and so did the 10:30. It was so fun getting to watch everyone else… and to meet SO MANY MILLIONS OF PEOPLE. (Sidebar: I just burned the CRAP out of my tongue! Oh my God! Boiling coffee! Aaaauuuughhhhh!)
I also had my first “wow, I really live and work here” moment. One of my two major skills happens to be that I am really good at remembering names and faces. I can type fast, and if I meet you I’ll remember you later. So, because of that (and because of my newbie-ness to the Seattle Theatre scene), I know who a LOT of actors/directors are. I recognize them, because I’m doing my best to meet as many people as possible and make as many connections as I can. However, I know full well that 99% of these people will little know nor care who I am, and that’s okay, because I haven’t done a lot of stuff yet. BUT, after my show was over Friday night, Amy Augustine (whom I recognize, of course, but have never met) walked up to me in the hallway and said “Nice job, Alicia.” At this point, I nearly fell over. I had no idea how she knew who I was, but it really meant a lot. So, anyway. That was the show Friday. Easy to memorize, easy to perform, and the whole day was just a beautiful, beautiful breeze.