Tech rehearsal, Coldstone Creamery
Oct. 17th, 2003 07:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ceebeegeeTech rehearsal to day from 9 am-1pm. Three guesses as to who wasn't there until I called him and woke him up? Yeah. He was driving Sue and me nuts today--I've noticed she and I are reacting identically to him. Everyone dislikes him to some degree but she and I are on the exact same pinpoint of exasperation. I've started throwing in little teachable moments, like when he was asking about not being allowed to stride right up to someone and talk to them in their face the way he wants to--instead, I make him stay where he is and say his lines. He was saying that isn't how he talks to people in real like (Ehud, believe me, I know that) and I said patiently, "See, movement on stage is different than it is in real life. Just like in real life you don't always cheat out so the audience can see you face. Theater is different from real life." Dumbass.
I noticed Sue taking the same approach--when I was assigning scene change tasks, I was saying "Strike the chair" and "The table needs to be struck" and naturally he had to interrupt and ask what that meant (another I hate about him--it's always all about him, he has this incredible need to be catered to, he's constantly stopping rehearsals and saying "Did you like the way I said that line?" or "How does this look?") and Sue patiently said "to strike means to remove from the stage." More and more I'm sure he made up his resume. No one is this stupid.
And just to get this off my chest as well, I heard him talking to Lauren about an agent/manager (I didn't really hear the details), and he was also asking about that the other night. He's one of those actors that's great about sending out emails and mailings and this is my latest project and blahblahblah with the self-promotion...and couldn't give a shit about perfecting his craft. (Or learning it, in his case.) If he spent half as much energy learning his lines and incorporating the notes I've given him as he does on self-promotion, he wouldn't be nearly as nails-on-the-chalkboard irritating. Dumbass.
After rehearsal today, Paul and I stopped by Coldstone Creamery, where they have Pumpkin Pie ice cream, which I devoured (with caramel mixed in). Paul was a Coldstone virgin and was all big-eyes at the deliciousness. Then I went home and napped--I had to go home anyway to drop off Sue's suitcase (which she'd left at rehearsal) and I didn't really have time to go to the lighting store for the darn electric candles we still need! When I left for work at 4:15 I stopped by Rite-Aid but they didn't have them either. Tomorrow I'll go to Lopez Hardware, and then to the lighting store.
I noticed Sue taking the same approach--when I was assigning scene change tasks, I was saying "Strike the chair" and "The table needs to be struck" and naturally he had to interrupt and ask what that meant (another I hate about him--it's always all about him, he has this incredible need to be catered to, he's constantly stopping rehearsals and saying "Did you like the way I said that line?" or "How does this look?") and Sue patiently said "to strike means to remove from the stage." More and more I'm sure he made up his resume. No one is this stupid.
And just to get this off my chest as well, I heard him talking to Lauren about an agent/manager (I didn't really hear the details), and he was also asking about that the other night. He's one of those actors that's great about sending out emails and mailings and this is my latest project and blahblahblah with the self-promotion...and couldn't give a shit about perfecting his craft. (Or learning it, in his case.) If he spent half as much energy learning his lines and incorporating the notes I've given him as he does on self-promotion, he wouldn't be nearly as nails-on-the-chalkboard irritating. Dumbass.
After rehearsal today, Paul and I stopped by Coldstone Creamery, where they have Pumpkin Pie ice cream, which I devoured (with caramel mixed in). Paul was a Coldstone virgin and was all big-eyes at the deliciousness. Then I went home and napped--I had to go home anyway to drop off Sue's suitcase (which she'd left at rehearsal) and I didn't really have time to go to the lighting store for the darn electric candles we still need! When I left for work at 4:15 I stopped by Rite-Aid but they didn't have them either. Tomorrow I'll go to Lopez Hardware, and then to the lighting store.
