Thought of the day: Mountain critters, like the bobcat screaming last summer that may have eaten the feral kittens under the porch, will decide to visit your home and show themselves in some kind of way when you have company and that showing will make their eyes go wide. The little critters, like the field mouse, won’t come in and show itself when only the residents are home. No, it must creep in and sit on the computer hutch and stare at the guests who are about to go to sleep and suddenly see a critter staring at them and then must spend much of the night trying to catch said critter and put it back outside while the owners are snug in their beds unaware of what is happening downstairs. Huhn.
Last Thursday night I didn’t make it by here on Friday tell you about rehearsals. I had company—my sister in law and twin nieces; and as well, our own Patresa Hartman, writer/columnist and former MSN blogger who defected to another blog. Patresa and I had never met face-to-face until Thursday night, and when she finally met me, I was at Hart Theater, and partially in costume as Clementine (“and I looked good, huh. My fav’rite dress.” ) Sometimes when you meet people you’ve met via the net or through writing or whatever, it’s awkward, but, I immediately felt comfortable around Patresa. She fit right into my craziness *laugh* I hope she comes back to our mountains soon. She’s smart, fun, and pretty, too. But, there are other qualities Patresa has that you can see from her writing and know her and perhaps that’s why it felt as if I’d known her for a few years, because I really have, through her writing. I liked her before I met her, and I respect her as a writer, too – which is a high compliment ("and Bless her heart, that lil’ Patreta stayed through the whole play, even when it went all up into the night time when ever-body orter be in they’s beds so’s they’s chores ain’t late.").
So Thursday night we had rehearsal with my sister in law, twin nieces, and Patresa as audience. Anne, our music person, didn’t arrive until after eight instead of the normal time. All of the cast was already exhausted from a late night the night before. Needless to say, we didn’t give our all in the performance, but, no one missed coming on stage, or forgot words to the song, or forgot their lines, so things are looking good, oh wait…except we did mess up on Another Dead Cow…anyway… This is Tech Week and now lighting and orchestra and the rest of our costumes will be added. I had a few wardrobe malfunctions I hope to get remedied by our talented Mary Olsen (“You too short, Miz kathryn! I’m a mite taller’n you, thas’ why that dress done fit quite right in the length.”) I was glad to know that with the bright stage lights on that night, I couldn’t see the “audience,” so I just forgot about them…*whew*
Last night Francis said, “See you Friday!” and I said, “What’s Friday?” And Francis laughed and said, “Opening night!” And my heart stopped, my breath gushed out all at once, my face turned purple and blue with green splotches, my bones rattled, my teeth chattered, my knees knocked, my toes curled, my tongue dried up, my eyes bulged, my fingers clawed…THIS FRIDAY IS OPENING NIGHT! Oh my gawd…(Shesh up Miz kathryn. Watchoo got to worry over? Y’all knows this stuff….y’all knows us…”)
I will fully become Clementine tonight—with wig and all (“huh.”) Gawd help us all. (“He ain’t be worrying over no play; he gots bigger fish to catch and fry…hehehe.”
Theater Word of the Day: Reprise
Musical term: to repeat, in whole or in part, a song which has already been sung in the show.