Great day!
…Finished my book in PJ’s, made a breakfast salad, jumped in shower by 10:30, and went for 5 mile walk on Owen’s Beach at Pt. Defiance. The weather is ridiculously amazing today, and it felt so good to get out of a building and breathe fresh sea air!!
…Then back for a lunch of a veggie burrito, and some rest time with the BBC on stream.
…And then: Lines.
Lines, lines, lines.
Am off book for Act I now, but still need the script for blocking purposes.
Never having run the scenes after blocking, but before moving onto the next one (as is the fashion), in order to get it finished within the crammed scheduled time, I have zero sense memory to go off of. The movements are frequently not based around our own lines but other peoples…so, recalling every shift and counter (even though they are all written down) is going to take a bit longer.
…Sorta like a less manic version of the time I did “Noises Off”, and had to get 300% off book for lines, so I could spend all my time reading my intricate blocking, movements, and prop suage like a book, at speed.
Tonight, we begin actual scene work, with two slotted…which still seems a large bite to take for 2.5 hours in review, with first crack at the blocking. But then I never thought we’d seriously block over 30 pages per day, either. So who the hell knows what will happen.
…We have 8 more rehearsals before our first Act run…which is 20 hours of rehearsal. 2.5 hours after that, we run Act 2…and our first full run is 12.5 hours after that. This is totally doable. I just tend to panic with large chunks being eaten, right off the back. You tend to choke a bit when that happens. But, this is a new process, a new Director, a new house. As a campaigner in a new theater of War, I just gotta relax, keep my kit in order and up to date, and trust in the Captain.
So I will.
…Meanwhile, am embracing my inner Jew, and lines, while sashaying around the house like a harlot. It’s been a while since I’ve been called on for this kinda part. The one where you are overwhelmingly self-secure in the fact that 42 is the new sexually ripe 20.
…The gams and flirt gets rusty, when you’ve let the body default into frowsy old maid for as long as I have. Time to bust out the high maintenance, pop on those heels, and dust off some man-eating MILF.
…Albeit, a slightly ridiculously over-shooting one.
Oh, I can do that.
…I can do that hard.
I have a fur coat, bitches.
(snap.)
…Mmmm hmmm…
(enter sly grin, cat purr, and overtly obvious eye-wink, here.)
~D