The Fringe show I’m stage managing is a collective creation project. More on that to come. And while we don’t yet have a full show, we do have a clever little song. And our wonderful director has a vision about how that song should be performed. This vision includes a verse sung from the booth…and the person in the booth would be…me. Right.
Apparently I neglected to mention that singing in public is not in my contract (and I would sooner die).
The lovely assistant director came to my defence, to which the response was: “Oh please, she went to theatre school at NYU, I think she can handle it…”
Touché. Ok, Director, you win this round.
And really, it’s more talking than singing. I think I can handle it, too. But way to foil the plan, silly NYU theatre education, you have officially invalidated any excuse I will ever manage to come up with to not do anything for the rest of my theatrical career/life…geez.
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4 comments:
And you thought you weren't going to be in the show....
Little did I know, right? Haha.
Love it.
We should do lunch this friday? Or, if that doesn't work, early next week?
Ciao!
I would have thought, "I went to theatre school in NY" would be your escape clause -- as in, I am too cool for anything I deem to be insufficiently cool for me. :)
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