Musical Rant
Feb. 18th, 2008 08:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
splinteredstarThis is completely me ranting about Musical Rehearsals, because I just spent six of the past seven hours at them. Cut for language, capslock and rant.
*lets out deep breath*
Done now. Feel better. Needed that out of my system.
First of all, Miss Stage-Crew-Who-Didn't-Show-Up-Leaving-Us-With-Three-People-When-It-Would-Be-Better-To-Have-Five, fuck you. Seriously. It's bad enough that we only have four backstage and we don't know what we're doing. Having three makes things near impossible. I have been stressing over this musical for weeks. I've had dreams about fucking up on stage three nights in a row. I DO NOT NEED MY FUCKING STAGE CREW MEMBERS DISAPPEARING. FUCK YOU. And I hope the director whips you with his cane tomorrow. Possibly after setting on fire.
*takes a deep breath, pats capslock key*
Director, you're awesome, but please, next year leave more time for rehearsals with stage crew so we have time to figure out what the hell we're doing. Because I have a very, very rough idea and I don't want to fuck this up. (I hope your foot's okay...) And tell us where the sets are supposed to go, damn it. And find someone who knows what you want to do besides you, because you are a bitch to find and it means things don't get done.
All you minor cast members that stand in the way and won't help us? Fuck you too. I don't want to hit you with props, and we need your help. We asked you. You didn't do so, making us look bad. We don't have a dozen people nor are we ninjas. And do take us seriously, please, for we have the ability to completely fuck the show. The funny thing is, none of the leads do this. It's all the minor choir members that aren't even named.
As a preemptive rant, dear audience: Don't use the fucking flash photography. Do you want your or someone else's little darling to break their neck falling off the stage because they were blinded by the flash? Then turn off the damn flash.
And finally, my darling feet: die in a fire so I can get new ones. That, or stop feeling like I'm stepping on nails. Stop bitching for the love of Ra or I will cut you off. I haven't been putting you through much .
*takes a deep breath, pats capslock key*
Director, you're awesome, but please, next year leave more time for rehearsals with stage crew so we have time to figure out what the hell we're doing. Because I have a very, very rough idea and I don't want to fuck this up. (I hope your foot's okay...) And tell us where the sets are supposed to go, damn it. And find someone who knows what you want to do besides you, because you are a bitch to find and it means things don't get done.
All you minor cast members that stand in the way and won't help us? Fuck you too. I don't want to hit you with props, and we need your help. We asked you. You didn't do so, making us look bad. We don't have a dozen people nor are we ninjas. And do take us seriously, please, for we have the ability to completely fuck the show. The funny thing is, none of the leads do this. It's all the minor choir members that aren't even named.
As a preemptive rant, dear audience: Don't use the fucking flash photography. Do you want your or someone else's little darling to break their neck falling off the stage because they were blinded by the flash? Then turn off the damn flash.
And finally, my darling feet: die in a fire so I can get new ones. That, or stop feeling like I'm stepping on nails. Stop bitching for the love of Ra or I will cut you off. I haven't been putting you through much .
*lets out deep breath*
Done now. Feel better. Needed that out of my system.
