When tech rehearsals start
Just got home from dress rehearsal.
Mascara and eyeliner running down my face, gel in my fucking hair, tired, sweaty, vocal cords strained, feet hurting, and muscles tense. I’m so ready for this show to be over with. Performance week is finally here. I love theatre.
“Contagion” scared the actual fuck out of me. Not in a horror movie screaming way, but in a way that unsettles you. I will probably go from washing my hands regularly to washing them obsessively from now on.
The only thing I have to say about the movie is that one of the character’s wives is a triflin’ ass ho. She was fucking some past fling then came home and brought the virus to her son. Stupid bitch.
Anyway, that is all.
Oh my God.
This year at the local theater, they’re doing great shows. “Little Shop of Horrors” and “Spring Awakening” are only two of a list of amazing shows going on stage this year. I can’t fucking wait to audition for some of these!