The Reluctant Receptionist

i know that you’re all waiting with baited breath to hear how rehearsal went two nights ago, so i’ll get that out of the way first (just kidding, i know you’ve already forgotten, but i’ll tell you anyway): i could’ve really fallen on my ass, but i didn’t. i got through the whole nine-minute aria, only forgetting two lines, and only moderately fucked up the rest of the ensemble stuff. sure, at points i was looking directly at the conductor, mouthing “WORDS. TELL ME WORDS.” we got through the first two acts, though, which clocked in at under an hour. fuck, the way that elspeth has taken her big red pen and exacto knife to the score i think the whole show is going to make it in about an hour and a half. and you know what i say? more people who stage operas need red pens and exact knives. i’ve said many times that i could get through most operas in about 30 minutes and not leave out any of the important stuff, and i stick by that claim. you give me an opera, i’ll ruin it make it go faster.

now, of course, we have to do it all again tonight, as we try to stage the rest of the parts of the show that i’m involved in and do it off-book. why am i blogging instead of studying my score (or the aria i’m supposed to sing for natchez on tuesday)? shh, go to sleep. that’s right.

while things are looking up musically (insomuch as i think that cendrillon is going to be good, and i got an audition for santa fe yesterday, not that i have any delusions that i’ll actually land it), things are anything but looking up financially. i cashed my temp paycheck yesterday, and magically paid october’s bills. i’ll cash my temp check next wednesday, which will cover insurance (COBRA is a BITCHY BITCHY boyfriend and i hate him because he hits me sometimes). where is october rent coming from? since, you know, it’s like october 9th? shh, go to sleep.

seriously, though, things are getting a little scary. the job i’m on ends tomorrow, and i’ve called both my temp agencies and there’s nothing doing in the way of temp work. as i’ve said, i’m the only singer i know who is actually getting any work at all, and i was actually damned lucky to get these two weeks. so, ideas, anyone? i have some craigslist ads out there (no, not THAT kind, pervert) so we’ll see what comes of those.

otherwise, it’s just time to make a sandwich sign and parade around midtown.