I’m so impulsive someday I’ll be sitting in a prison cell wondering why the hell.
Our last run of 1+1+1=0. Everything was wrong with the sounds, and we ended it just feeling really downbeat, as with Friday’s run. Our fourth run, and it has to get worse each time. I think I’m comforted that we did well when we had to and that we no longer have to prove anything to others, yet that also brings to question my motivation for putting on a show. When there’s nothing left to play for, will I still give my all to the people watching?
I guess I feel disgruntled that we had to restage our play twice, especially in today’s House Meeting. Firstly, most of the people who wanted to watch it would probably have made the effort to watch us during Dramafeste, and secondly drama shouldn’t be something you force on an audience, because an unwilling audience is a lukewarm one.
After the performance we huddled at one corner backstage, distraught. “Alright guys, let’s scream on the count of 3! 1, 2, AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Freaking fairies, all of them. Us. Whatever.
Post-production gathering, I can’t wait. I’m also understanding math and physics and lots of other things. Life’s good.