I hate my body. It won't sleep anymore when it's supposed to. I stayed up all last night through this afternoon because I went over to Ashley's, slept from about three to ten, woke up tired, stayed tired until four when I went to bed, and now here it is two hours later, haven't slept a wink, and I'm so hungry I'm probably not going to. I have a meeting about the play at one, so the most I can get is six hours anyway, so I guess I'll just continue my unhealthy sleeping habits and sleep when I get back from that.
And now, more tales of How We Know Martin Luther Hates Drama.
So for the summer, we decided to do afternoon rehearsals. Before we even held auditions, so this was back in May, I asked to book the auditorium from five to nine every night. This was all arranged before we ever started using it. We threw in several morning practices as well, just because of schedule conflicts, but officially, we were supposed to own that goddamn room from five to nine, every weekday evening, throughout June.
Fast forward to the third week of June. We're having a morning rehearsal when a janitor comes in and asks to speak to me. He asks if we're going to be in there the next night. I say yes, why? And he tells me...that they have a church group coming in at seven to measure stuff. Somehow there was a miscommunication somewhere down the line, and someone told them they could have it, even though we had it booked. And because of scheduling conflicts - I think I actually had to work that day, come to think of it - I told him in no uncertain terms that we could not change to a morning practice.
But I was gracious, I was ever so kind, I said we'd find a way to work around the church group. I made the most of the hour and a half we had before they showed up, and then we sat outside and did a line through, and they were very grateful. I set it up with a church guy that they could come in the following Tuesday night, and we'd have morning rehearsal, which seemed to work at the time. (Of course, later on all the actors begged me for an evening rehearsal that night - Murphy's Law, you know - but whatever). Everyone was happy.
So when I was talking to Gina the other day (that's Mrs Kortuem, I'm making an effort to think of her as Gina because she was never actually my teacher and she's only 25 and it's vaguely weird not to, okay), she mentioned that this church group...is still hanging around. Apparently they have projector screens and shit, and they're in the auditorium every Sunday, and all the stuff that's usually on the stage has to be moved off every Friday night for them. And bless her heart, when Gina heard about this, she was apparently the first person in the damn school to ask, "So what about drama?"
Apparently the church group has promised to find a way to work around the sets and things, but if they've got all these projectors and crap? Yeah, not. So that is another reason we have decided to make Shakespeare our first pick: it's a bare stage with a backdrop. Desk Set is...decidedly not.
Sigh. Nobody loves the drama geeks.