Tomorrow, if everything goes as scheduled, I have an audition for NYSSSA somewhere upstate. (Don't ask where, I don't know. I'm not driving.) Unfortunately, however, Mother Nature finally decided that she'd had enough of this spring-weather-tease, and is actually giving us a winter storm.
Supposedly.
In any case, it's been already screwing with my schedule. The pit at the middle school (whose show didn't go as badly as anticipated, despite a total of twenty awkward moments ranging from forgotten lines to fuses blowing, plunging the pit into darkness during scene changes resulting in an early intermission) has a new, absolutely bizarre and ridiculous schedule. Tomorrow's matinee has been rescheduled. ... for this coming Monday night.
Who on earth would go to a middle school show - ANY show, for Pete's sake - on a Monday night? On a Monday night after a snowstorm?
Absolutely no one, that's who.
Already, I, along with a violin, flute, trombone, and the entire potential audience, are unable and unwilling to go. Some are more iffy, saying they can but that they'll bitch and moan about it the entire time (especially to the director). I can't honestly say I blame them. I'm skipping that show (even though I find being in the pit really rather fun, even if it is somewhat difficult to stay and listen to the singers at some points) for orchestra rehearsal. The pit conductor let me, after hearing from my friend that I would be missing seeing my boyfriend at the orchestra rehearsal. I honestly don't think it's that big of an issue, but that's my true non-romantic self coming out, yet again.
Whatever happens, I may be able to send in a recorded audition of myself to NYSSSA. If it needs to be videotaped, that just sucks the "metaphorical dick of life", and I'll probably have to go out to somewhere down on Long Island to do it.
Unfortunate, but I'm guessing all this insanity is just something I'll have to get used to.
Supposedly.
In any case, it's been already screwing with my schedule. The pit at the middle school (whose show didn't go as badly as anticipated, despite a total of twenty awkward moments ranging from forgotten lines to fuses blowing, plunging the pit into darkness during scene changes resulting in an early intermission) has a new, absolutely bizarre and ridiculous schedule. Tomorrow's matinee has been rescheduled. ... for this coming Monday night.
Who on earth would go to a middle school show - ANY show, for Pete's sake - on a Monday night? On a Monday night after a snowstorm?
Absolutely no one, that's who.
Already, I, along with a violin, flute, trombone, and the entire potential audience, are unable and unwilling to go. Some are more iffy, saying they can but that they'll bitch and moan about it the entire time (especially to the director). I can't honestly say I blame them. I'm skipping that show (even though I find being in the pit really rather fun, even if it is somewhat difficult to stay and listen to the singers at some points) for orchestra rehearsal. The pit conductor let me, after hearing from my friend that I would be missing seeing my boyfriend at the orchestra rehearsal. I honestly don't think it's that big of an issue, but that's my true non-romantic self coming out, yet again.
Whatever happens, I may be able to send in a recorded audition of myself to NYSSSA. If it needs to be videotaped, that just sucks the "metaphorical dick of life", and I'll probably have to go out to somewhere down on Long Island to do it.
Unfortunate, but I'm guessing all this insanity is just something I'll have to get used to.
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