Hopelessness and Resignation
[composed on my PDA-phone at 1.30am, 1st Nov 2007]
It is 1.30am and we're running Scene 3, possibly the most rehearsed scene in the play. I am resigned to the possibility that we will run past 3am today, with a ridiculous call time tomorrow morning.
What is the point? We started with a 9am call time and ended up properly rehearsing at 11.30am. We've been in this god-forsaken hall since NINE A.M. with 1 hour 45 minutes break for lunch and dinner. In total. There has been no structure to the day, with the singular exception of ONE full technical run. That creates an environment of tension, where your best is required the instant your scene is on but you don't know when that is.
What is the point? Will we remember all these changes tomorrow? Will we be yelled at again tomorrow? Will we stay in robust health at the end of the week? Will we stay injury-free at the end of the week?
What is the point? Will we start 2 hours AFTER call time again tomorrow? Will we have an insufficient break again tomorrow?
What is the point? The insults. The rudeness. The unreasonableness.
So many tears. So much frustration. So much negative emotion, pent-up, bottled. Is it all necessary?
What is the point??
It is 1.30am and we're running Scene 3, possibly the most rehearsed scene in the play. I am resigned to the possibility that we will run past 3am today, with a ridiculous call time tomorrow morning.
What is the point? We started with a 9am call time and ended up properly rehearsing at 11.30am. We've been in this god-forsaken hall since NINE A.M. with 1 hour 45 minutes break for lunch and dinner. In total. There has been no structure to the day, with the singular exception of ONE full technical run. That creates an environment of tension, where your best is required the instant your scene is on but you don't know when that is.
What is the point? Will we remember all these changes tomorrow? Will we be yelled at again tomorrow? Will we stay in robust health at the end of the week? Will we stay injury-free at the end of the week?
What is the point? Will we start 2 hours AFTER call time again tomorrow? Will we have an insufficient break again tomorrow?
What is the point? The insults. The rudeness. The unreasonableness.
So many tears. So much frustration. So much negative emotion, pent-up, bottled. Is it all necessary?
What is the point??
Labels: nothingness, theatre
posted by Jo at 5:44 pm
1 Comments:
I SO get what you mean... :p
The words "lock it down" just seem to mean the opposite here...
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