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

[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.