Another Excuse to Go Shopping. Like I Needed One.

We are finishing up our sixth week of rehearsals for Cabaret, and so far I have learned a number of things.

First and foremost, I've learned that I love this, and I love it because it's fun. It's, like, a whole hell of a lot of fun. Now, I'd hoped that it would be fun, and I suspected--after the surprisingly pleasant audition experience in December--that it would, indeed, be fun. But I'm still getting used to how much of a good time I'm having, all the while knowing that it's not easy (at least, not for me). I love the warm ups, the rehearsals, the seemingly incongruous preciseness and creativity of the process, the singing, the notes--all of it. I never thought that I would find something other than teaching and writing that I knew was work, but was still a really enjoyable kind of work.

Four of my cast-mates and I ran lines last week at a chocolate shop. I hated it. It was awful.

More of the cast, working...

...working...

...and eating cupcakes, which absolutely counts as working.

Another thing I've learned is that Roo is unimpressed by me. Totally bored of me, truth be told. I try to get her to run lines with me and give me feedback on my dance routine. I use our vigorous mid-day walks to practice singing with breath control (simultaneously singing and dancing has been my biggest challenge [because I am...um...not as young or as fit as our amazing Kit Kat girls. And we'll just leave it there]). But Roo just sort of ignores me and turns her attention to squirrels, sticks, and post-walk rug-rolls.

I'm going to nap now. Go away.

I've also learned that in the time it takes me to clean (really scrub the hell out of) our three piece bathroom, I can get through the full Cabaret soundtrack; but I need the bonus tracks on the original Broadway recording if I'm going to clean the half-bath, too.

I have learned that I only need the barest possible excuse to go shopping; I have used this play to shop for various legwear (tights, leggings, pantyhose), make-up (glitter eyeliner, false eyelashes), and green nail polish.

If someone should ask me why I think it's pretty, "I think it's pretty," that's what I reply.

Now to be fair, before this play, I already owned four bottles of green polish. So it's just three new bottles. That's not so many. Right? (please say "Right.")

And finally, I've learned that this is going to be one kick-ass show.

 

It's a good show right now. But we have two more weeks of run-throughs, techs, and dress rehearsals, and we start with the full band next week in addition to our amazing pianist, Julie. So by opening night (Thursday March 6--get some tickets, why don't you?) we will be ready to knock your socks off. And not even your proverbial socks. Your literal wooly footwear. Get ready.

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