Well, fuck.

[demiurgent]

Every so often, you fuck a rehearsal up. You fuck it right in the ear.

Tonight, I got to be the lucky rehearsal up-fucker. Yay.

Ah well. It's not like we only have one more rehearsal before we put this show up.

Oh, wait.

It's exactly like that.

Well, fuck.

Comments

Break a leg.

[mckenzee.livejournal.com]

I always thought a lousy late rehearsal was a good sign.

Then again, I tend to whistle during the Scottish play.

[inspectorzutto.livejournal.com]

Fuck!

[dlobok.livejournal.com]

It happens. You'll be fine.

[(Anonymous)]

Yeah, I know. Thanks, guy.

[wednesday]

Yeah, but now everything else will be perfect.

[prodigal.livejournal.com]

Don't let it get you twisted up, Eric.

Two years back, when I played Ford in The Merry Wives Of Windsor, I couldn't remember either of the scenes where I'm searching for where Falstaff is hiding in my house. I would skip over whole passages, remember them at the last second, then jump back to something else I'd forgotten along the way.

The audience loved those scenes anyway. So relax, and just let the drama happen through you. You'll knock 'em dead.

[zorbathut.livejournal.com]

I remember utterly blowing a cue in a high school play (the last acting I did), nearly panicking, and managing to improv my way out of it. Nobody knew besides everyone else in the play! :D

[prodigal.livejournal.com]

At least we got good stories out of this, though.

[the-nic.livejournal.com]

If you're an actor, well, that isn't so bad, just pull your shit together. Your director will forgive you if your performance is good.

If you're a tech, light say, lighting or sound design/tech, and you've fucked up... Well, pull your shit together and buy the director some vodka, perhaps vodka from an amusing source or so forth. Techies have it hard and get no credit.

So, yeah, it'll all be good if you just use your pair. You don't seem to need to grow them first.

[the-nic.livejournal.com]

Wow, don't I sound like mr Type A... Sorry.

[mishamish.livejournal.com]

Lucky for me, I haven't boned a rehearsal since "Sylvia." And don't think that's bragging. It's just that the plays I've been in since have had enough absolutely abysmal actors (both in terms of ability and professionalism) that any fuck-ups I make during a rehearsal are COMPLETELY obliviated in a wine-dark sea of bigger fuck-ups.

See, THAT'S the problem, Eric. You're working with people who are TOO GOOD. Lower your standards and you'll NEVER FUCK UP A REHEARSAL AGAIN! (They'll come pre-fucked!)

[beanish.livejournal.com]

Having been a director back in college, panicking at how fucked-up rehearsals were the day before opening, all I can say is that well, there is a miraculous event that seems to happen at the first public show -- the fucking up stops.

I can't explain why it happens, or how -- but it does. The first show always goes perfect, despite all the fucking up before hand.

So relax -- all will we well-ish, we think.

[(Anonymous)]

Speaking of fuck-ups, one look at your picture proves that the day you decided to save your life and get gatric-bypass was NOT one of those fucked-up days. Take it from someone who knew you before, you always had your parents' good looks, but now you are, as my daughter would say, "a hunk and a half."

Continued best wishes Eric,

Nora