Monday, August 29, 2011

Stage Whore, Part 237

Oh dammit. I was right. Going to that audition WAS good for me. And hell, if the director offers me a part, I'll take it. It's another sex farce like the one we did...last year? Okay, a year and a half ago. Even the same playwright, Michael Parker. Kathleen directed that one and it was so much fun. Of course, our Colin was still with us then...
It seems so long ago. So much has happened since then. And yet, just a year and a half. Impossible to believe.

Everyone who came to read tonight was good. Real good. So I may not get offered a part. That could definitely happen. And you know what? If I don't, I'll be slightly crushed but I'll get over it. It's so much work to be in a production. The memorization alone is so hard for me. And Steel Magnolias almost killed me. Jesus, I was in every scene but one, I think. And the emotions we had to go through every damn night! Lord! And it's so time consuming. I mean, when you're in a play, that is your life. That's it. Everything else gets shoved off the stove entirely. And I hear that this director is a crack-the-whip type of woman. Her rehearsals do not end when everyone gets tired. Can I even DO that?

Well, I just have to say that to be quite honest, reading for parts is my favorite part of the entire process. Give me some words and let me slip into another character. Ah. If that were all there was to it. That's why I love being in Freddy's films so much. I slip into the character, the camera rolls, done. So much easier. No time to get nervous, no huge amounts of dialogue to memorize.
But, the stage is fun too. Let's face it. It is. Mostly.

Kathleen came and ended up reading. She's so great. She always says she doesn't want to be onstage but there must be some part of her which does. She has such a talent for it. Jan and Jack read and Marcy and her husband Fred were there. I've been in several plays with Marcy but Fred has just started acting and he's hysterical. Fred is just one fine fellow. They're one of those couples you just can't help but adore.

It's just so sweet to walk into a room and see all your play-mates. There were new people there whom I've never met and who were terrific. I did a scene with one of those ladies and I just fell in love with her right there. BAM! BOOM! It was pure joy.

Well. That was that.

And then I came home and talked to Jessie and she's just as happy as a girl can be, I think. She loves her job, she loves her fellow, they just went hiking for two days and she's so happy to be going home to her kitten and her house and her life. Man, you just can't beat that for joy.

And May's in Apalachicola with her fellow and when I talked to her today she sounded so good. They'd been to the beach and had a room on the river and were shopping and eating and drinking coffee and having fun.

I got to take care of Owen for a few unexpected hours today. His new favorite toy is one of those big Chock Full 'O Nuts Cans that he beats on upside down with drum sticks. Really? My grandson is going to be a drummer? I have mixed emotions about that.

(What do you call a drummer whose girlfriend broke up with him? Homeless.)

But hell, if he wants to be a drummer, I will support him with everything I have. Someone has to keep the beat.

And I got a message from Hank today who was in-between classes and it makes me so happy that he's started this journey. I am SO proud of him.

And Lily is beautiful and yes, radiant, and being strong in her pregnancy and Mr. Moon is down at auction trying to make us a living and so it goes.

So it goes. I shut up the chickens who gave me four eggs today. I took eggs to Lily and Jason. Perfect protein in a perfect shape of brown or green. Speckled or plain, according to each hen's genetic code, but each one perfect and fitting into your palm as if they were made for each other. Egg and palm and which came first? I am not getting into that argument.

Once again I am saved by this life. Once again, I am in awe of what I have. Once again, I will go to sleep in my own bed and probably dream of babies and maybe chickens and maybe lost costumes and unlearned scripts and once again, I will wake up and do it all again.

All I ask for at this point in my life is some rain. We're dry again but it will rain again, eventually. I know it will. All things must pass. Everything changes. Nothing changes and everything changes. All the time.

Let it be.








19 comments:

  1. YAY! What is the show????

    And don't worry about Owen. Austin is a very proficient drummer and is the school's percussionist. And I fretted so much when he said he wanted to learn drums that he would want to make a career out of it. I told him "You are too smart to be a drummer." And he said "I know. I am going to be a filmmaker."

    What do you call a filmmaker without a girlfriend? Yep. Homeless.

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  2. I'm so looking forward to hearing more about the show, hoping that you get a part. You are so ALIVE when you do those shows -- not that you're not when you don't, but there's something so exciting and excited about your writing when you're immersed in them.

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  3. Oh, I adore live theater. My son has followed my love and has been in numerous productions. Best play I have ever seen was Road to Mecca. I do believe YOU could play the part of Ms. Helen because as far as I can tell you are Ms. Helen.

    http://litmed.med.nyu.edu/Annotation?action=view&annid=842

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  4. It sounds like all is well back at the homestead. I don't think that I could go through the tedium of being in a play. I have 8 more weeks of this course and then I will be free again. I can't wait.

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  5. O, you are so going to get the part. I've lit candles and I've been praying to the Saint of actors, St. Depp. Well, he should be a saint, don't you think.

    Whatever shall I listen to now, after Keith. Help me!

    XX Beth

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  6. Omgrrrl- Sex, Sin and the CIA. I think. And I just keep thinking of that beautiful gentleman, Charlie Watts. Drummers can be awesome. And rich. Maybe.

    Elizabeth- And tired. So tired when I do them.

    Birdie- Oh wow. Thank-you for that compliment.

    Syd- Well it is tedium but it's also very, very creative. So. A balance.

    Beth- Don't ask me. I think I listened to it three times in a row before I got onto something else. I am so thrilled that you love it.

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  7. I miss May. I'm glad she's happy though.

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  8. Haven't had much time for blog reading lately, but what a *beautiful* picture of water your new header is!

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  9. I hope you get a part so I can hear all about rehearsals and first nights!

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  10. This is a beautiful post. I hope you get a part in the play, but it's brave to audition--either way.

    I am happy Hank is in college. He so belongs there.

    I loves ya!

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  11. To a drummer the whole world's a drum.

    Keith Moon

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  12. Boy: I want to be a drummer when I grow up.

    Mom: You can't do both, dear.

    ...

    Glad to hear that May is well. I miss her too.

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  13. SJ- We ALL miss May. But then, when we see her, we are overjoyed.

    A- What's up? You okay?

    Mary LA- Hello, hello! Welcome. Just went and visited you and what a lovely writer you are!

    Ms. Bastard-Beloved- Yeah, Hank should be TEACHING college. Well, who knows? I loves you too.

    Madame King- Really? Keith Moon? I'll be damned. Beautiful.

    Stephanie- What does a drummer say when you open your door? "Here's your pizza!"
    (This is so mean.)

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  14. You always make me miss the theatre when you go on about it. I remember how sweet sweet sweet it was to audition, to feel your heart beat fast and meet new artists and dream of other worlds for a little bit.

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  15. silerfinofhope- Yes, but then the damn WORK begins if you get a part and THEN YOU HAVE TO PERFORM!
    Oh Lord.

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  16. What does a stripper do with her asshole before work? Drop him off at band practice. Thanks hank!

    Love, daddy b

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  17. Daddy B- You have no idea how much I love you.

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  18. And me you, sweet mm.

    Love, daddy b

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  19. Auditions seem like such a scary-delicious thing to me. Very scary. Very delicious. I hope you get a good part. x

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