A Few New Things

So I know I’ve been away for a few months, but I have a few new things to work with. I was hired at DG at the end of January. Something happened and I didn’t begin training for two months. It sucked, but here we are today and I’m finally working on learning to be a cashier and stocking and everything else it requires. My friend asked me to be her assistant stage manager, and I would be insane not to, so now I’m also working on my local theatre group’s production of The Wizard of Oz this summer, but meetings and auditions start in 2 weeks.

During both of these things, I’m going to NYC in June to see Kinky Boots and Brendon Uri is going to be a lead! Then after show week in August, I’m going to Long Island to see my friend and to see Alice Cooper and Lady Gaga and maybe Hamlet. This is going to be insane.

So here’s my thing. I am going to try to write more. I need to. I miss it, I just don’t feel like the muses are there. I’m going to try more, and I hope to bring my stories back to life. I know most of you won’t care, but I just figured I would post an update to what is going on in my life.

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Finding the Right Time

“What do you think? Will it work?”

“Without a doubt. If you’re going to make a name for yourself, better come in with a bang, so to speak.” His friend chuckled. Dale didn’t know what he was going to do, but he needed a call back for his audition for a broadway show. He needed this to work. He messed with his hair and put on his long coat. He left for his audition.

His heart pounded in his chest. He walked into the audition area and waited. When they called his name, Dale went through the door and stood there. There were two people sitting at a small table with a folder of head shots opened in front of them. The woman took notes as the man looked at Dale’s head shot. “Whenever you’re ready.” The woman said.

Dale unbuttoned his coat and let it fall off. The woman gasped, and the man couldn’t stop staring. Then he began to sing. He was a little nervous at first, but gained his confidence and finished “Don’t Let Me Go” from Shrek the Musical. He couldn’t tell if the look on their faces was a look of awe, or disbelief of what they just witnessed. Dale waited a second, grabbed his coat and left. He hoped he made a crazy first impression. He auditioned for The Dangling Choir, and all male, naked chorus that sang famous songs from musicals and other songs depending on the season. Maybe it will work out. Dale returned to his apartment.

“Dude, how did it go? Did you somehow manage to come home without putting your coat on. You’re still naked you know right?” His friend laughed at him.

“I uh, I must have forgotten in all the nerves and everything.” Dale blushed. “I think it went well. I stunned them into silence and then left before they could react. We’ll just have to see.” Dale said and sat on the couch. His friend joined him and they began to play a game.

A couple of days later, Dale received a phone call from the woman he met at the audition.

“Hello, is this Dale?”

“This is him.”

“Good, this is the woman from the audition for The Dangling Choir, I am sorry we didn’t say anything after your audition, we were both in shock. None of the others had the, tenacity, that you showed us, can you come back on Thursday at 3?”

“Yes, um, thank you. I will definitely be there. I promise to stay clothed this time.” He couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Don’t worry about that on our counts, but thank you. See you then.”

“Yes, thank you!” Dale closed the call and ran into the livingroom. “Dude! I have a callback!”

“Nice man! Break a leg again!” His friend hugged him. They stayed together a bit longer than normal. “I can’t wait to see you in that show.” He winked at Dale.


The Daily Post

Fear

Even though I’ve been backstage plenty of times, even assisting the stage manager, to know I might have a chance to actually be a stage manager for a show is tremendously horrifying. But I want it so bad! In the last show I helped with, after a six month hiatus, I remembered why I love doing theatre. I also learned a few things about myself…

I don’t know why, and I do try to stop it, but once I’m comfortable with a show, I kind of take over. At least some aspects of the backstage workings. I really don’t mean to do it. And then I feel bad. So the idea of stage managing is horrifying, but also exhilarating. Even if I could co-stage manage, I would be happy, plus the experience wouldn’t hurt either.

I just have to wait and see what the spring holds. Woo!