I thought I scored a coup: one of the actors in The Drowsy Chaperone has a cousin who just graduated from Salem State, and so I spent an hour talking to her on Facebook today about the ins and outs of the school. She was incredibly helpful, and Ashes was writing like crazy when I read back her advice.
But one thing stuck in her head, and when Ashes gets fixated on something...well, it's hard to dissuade her. My friend Val had indicated that she had been a theater major and didn't recommend the experience, as the school was extremely competitive. This immediately put Ashes on a new tangent: well, maybe I'll need to major in Theater. Otherwise I won't have a shot of a good role in the main stage productions.
"That's not what she said," I pointed out, as we went for a walk. "She also said that there are plenty of roles in the student-directed productions."
She made a face. "Those are for losers."
A thought. "They must have musicals on the main stage. That would involve a lot of people."
Another face. "I do not JUST want to be in the ensemble."
Well, HELL'S BELLS! You have to start somewhere. That led to a discussion about if she majors in Theater she can't major in English, because she has to major in Psychology, and you can only have two double majors, you can't have three. But Psychology is boring, but at least it's Marketable, and she's not going to have any friends, and there will be no one to help guide her at Orientation, and...
"I should have just gone to online college," she said.
By that point I was at the end of my rope. "Let's do it!" I said. "I'll call the school and withdraw tomorrow. I'll save a ton of money that way!"
Completely wrong thing to say. At that point, Ashes said something nasty, Corb jumped in, she yelled at him, and the next thing I know, he's heading off for a bike ride and she's in her room moping, and wishing could spend the rest of her life sleeping.
Can I just fast forward through the next few months, PUHLEASE?
In the meantime, Josie and I are planning to share a room together, when we spend the night in Salem.
I was initially dead set against it. "We can't share a room. It's just...uncomfortable."
"Why?" she asked. "I don't think I can afford my own room."
"It would just feel weird," I said.
I checked with Corb. "As long as you have two separate beds, who cares? If you were sharing a queen size bed, that would be a little strange."
We ended up with a family suite. I'll sleep in the living room. That might afford some privacy, I guess.
It still feels a little...well, off kilter to me. I haven't slept alone with that woman for eight years. She'd better not try anything!