Snapshots from Green Victoria (tedwords) wrote,
Snapshots from Green Victoria

Back to being miserable

This is me, in a few weeks. Having to watch the damn thing repeatedly

Those of you who have been living with me for a while know all the angst I went through when the Eldredge Players asked me a few months ago to direct their spring production of Les Miserables.

Like Ado Annie, I'm just a girl who caint say no, and I hemmed and I hawed for months about it. I didn't want to do it, really, but I hate letting people down. But I didn't want to do it. But it would be fun to see the old gang again. But I have other priorities. But Judee says they can't find anyone else to do it. But it's going to be their last show ever. But I really don't want top do it.

In other words, Corb was really, really sick of hearing about the whole thing.

Ultimately, I said no, and I am so glad that I did. It allowed me to focus on getting the book published, and that has been such a gratifying experience. I fulfilled one of my dreams. And from the group's perspective, they OF COURSE did find another director, someone who actually wanted to do the show, and had a terrific turnout at auditions. As a result, they have a great cast, tickets sales are going terrific, and lo and behold, this is not going to be their last show after all. Everything works out for the best. I win, they win.

I wish I had said no earlier, actually.

Well, I thought I was off the hook on that score, but about a week ago, I received a new email from the artistic director: Will you call the show?

Calling the show, for those of you who aren't theatah folk, involves sitting in the lighting booth and keeping the Les Miz train running on time. Lights go up NOW. Sound goes up NOW. Raise curtain NOW. Move set NOW. It's a bit like directing the show after it's been directed.

Now I guess I don't mind. My biggest concern is the director I am very grateful agreed to direct the show, but isn't really the nicest person in the world. I've called a show for her before and found her extremely disorganized (her lighting notes were written on the margins of the script) and also, isn't very appreciative. She liked to bark orders at the tech people. She never once said thank you, that I can recall.

My other concern: I still really don't like Les Miz that much. The movie was okay. The music is pretty, but I find the show really long and repetitious. They just repeat everything over and over again. I get it, they're miserable, but why do they have to be miserable for so long? Do you hear the people sing? Yes, over and over and over again. Help!

Sigh. I said yes. But I still have mixed feelings. There was an episode of Sherlock I watched the other day where his parents force Mycroft to take them to see a production of Les Miz and halfway through the show he is on the phone with Sherlock, begging him to put him out of his misery.

I laughed over that for an hour. It was the laughter of the damned. Because soon, I am going to know the feeling...
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