So, I saw a post for an audition for a new show that is premiering here in Los Angeles. The title of the show is Minsky's, and the director/choreographer is somebody named Casey Nicholaw--a man who has made quite a name for himself in the world of theater. He directed and choreographed the broadway show, The Drowsy Chaperone, as well as choreographing Spamalot, another Bway show. Anyway, there was a slight buzz around our cast with people saying they were going to go. I had pretty much decided I was not going to go because, being the uber prepared individual that I am, I had left my book of audition music--as well as dance shoes--at home. Luckily, I had thought to grab one headshot and resume (not a stack, just one--now that's thinking). However, my housemate offered me her book--which happened to have one song in it that I knew. Plus, she offered me her shoes, which I happily took. So, I thought, why not?
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Tonight my body hurts. I'll just say it really quick, so I won't have to say it again, but my gluteous medius is tender to the touch (so you can imagine how it feels when I am dancing). Oh, and then there is my left achilles tendon that is acting up. Again. And let's not forget the very top of my right hamstring--cause it's not letting me forget about it. Good thing there are three ice packs in this house, cause they are all in demand right now--sadly, just from me. I kind of feel like my body is betraying me, but I'll be ok. I always am. It's part of dancing. And it helps to remember when it didn't hurt so much, cause I know I'll get there again. I am just hoping for that sooner rather than later.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Drew won my heart with hardtack. It sounds strange, I know, but it's true. I have always been a sucker for romance. But not just the generic stuff--the typical gifts that could be for any given girl. I mean, don't get me wrong--I enjoy roses (actually, one guy gave me a literal rose bush one year for my birthday. He pointed out that a bouquet would just die, but a bush could be planted and would bloom every year on my birthday--that was sweet. But it was not Drew who did that, and this is supposed to be about Drew...). I appreciate jewelry. Actually, I would be hard-pressed to get a gift that I would not enjoy (hmmm...I do remember getting a hawaiian skirt and bra from my Aunt Skippy when I was about 6. Being a good and modest christian girl--it horrified me. Worse, she mentioned me actually trying the shameful thing on--and parading it around--so I spent the rest of Christmas day trying to hide from her, just hoping she would forget. But most gifts, I enjoy. And if she were to give me one today--I would try it on for her happily. And oops, again--I digress).
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Sometimes I am astounded by the beauty of this life. And in those rare moments, I am content. I am not looking for an escape; I am just happy to witness this world.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
I thought I would tell a little story about a dog named Caspian. Really, Prince Caspian, but if you had know him, you would realize that title was a bit formal for him. I just called him Caspian--though, it was my brothers, I believe, who christened him Pee Dog. But, I am getting ahead of myself. When I was about ten years old, all I wanted for my birthday was a dog. Specifically, a dachschund (affectionately know as a weiner dog). My mom had thrilled me with stories of her dog when she was growing up, CeCe (she had a much longer name that I can phonetically pronounce, but could not even begin to spell...well, maybe I could begin the spelling--I mean, I know it starts with an M, but after that, I'm at a loss). And CeCe was a dachshund. My mom even has a picture of herself dressed up for halloween one year as Little Bo Peep, her hair in long brown curls and her little girl-self holding a shepherd's staff--and who do you think is dressed up in cotton balls as her lost little sheep? Yep, Cece. Anyway, I really wanted a little dachshund to dress up. And take outside. And sleep with in my bed. So, my birthday rolled around and I stubbornly would not ask for anything else. I knew my pop was a hard sell and didn't want to get me a dog, but if I wasn't gonna get a dog for my birthday, then I wasn't gonna get anything. So be it. However, since I've already told you the name of the dog, then you probably can figure out that my pop relented. I was summoned one morning to speak with him, and was told the happy news that they had located a dachshund dealer--or er, breeder--and mom was going to take me very soon to pick out a puppy. Happy birthday, indeed!
Saturday, May 24, 2008
I don't have a whole lot to say...But, we'll see--it usually doesn't take me too long to find something to talk about...I can tell you that I have my own dressing room at the Ahmanson Theater. It has my name on it and everything. Not everybody in the cast has their own dressing room, so I feel grateful. But the best thing about having my own dressing room, is that I have two special friends who come and visit me everyday (Ian and John). We stretch together, talk about the day, and Ian generally uses my hairspray and sometimes my makeup (not much, though, considering he is a boy). Lately, Ian has been kind enough to cover my aforementioned and unfortunate tan-lines with his own genius concoction of foundation, blush, and bronzer. He works hard until it is just right and the audience is none-the-wiser when it comes to the color (or colors, currently) of my skin. Yesterday, Ian and John were helping me pick out the right accessories to go with my opening night dress, and so I tried it on for them. The dress was not quite long enough to cover a hideous bruise that I have on my leg (people are under the assumption that just because one can dance, one must be able to avoid running into inanimate objects. Yeah, this is not always the case, which can result in hideous bruises). John said, and I quote, You can not go out there with those gorgeous legs and that **** bruise on one. After explaining to him that I can't do anything about it--I simply have a bruise--he went on to tell me to cover it. That's what makeup is for. So, Ian (my apparent makeup artist) went right to work and did a fine job, I must say. Nobody mentioned the bruise at the opening night party. It may have helped that the lighting was very dim, but I prefer to think it was John's good idea and Ian's hard work that saved that bruise from being shamefully noticeable. Anyway, I like my dressing room and I like the people who visit me in it. It's fun to have something of your own (in this case, a dressing room), because then you can share it.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Wow. That's pretty much all I can say. Ok, so...being me, I'll say just a bit more...The house was absolutely packed. And more than that, the audience's sense of anticipation could be felt like electricity. They were expecting something great--making it easy for us to give them just that. As soon as the lights dimmed to black, they broke out into wild applause. You can only imagine how it was when we were actually on stage--performing. We didn't have to work--not for laughs, not for sympathy, not for anything. I wasn't sure how the L.A. crowd would react to a show that is set in New York City, especially since it's just so film and television here, while our show is about the stage. But, they loved it. Tonight was fantastic. I will always remember it as one of those standout moments that are hard--if not impossible--to repeat.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
It is evening. I love this time of my day--I have for as long as I can remember, or at least for as long as I have been able to read and write. See, nighttime has always been just for me. Private and comforting in its ritual. There are things that I just always get to do do at night--and all the clamor and the busyness that have been getting my attention during the day are put to bed till tomorrow, where they can once again keep me busy. But not now. Now, I have a full night of sleep between me and any work I must do, any show I must perform. And there is comfort in this. I can write in my journal without a deadline of somewhere I have to be in 5 minutes, 30 minutes--an hour, even. I can get lost in a story, curled up around the pages of some book that tells secrets I can't wait to hear. I can fall asleep praying (uh-oh, you think, so it's prayer that puts her to sleep; how spiritual can she be if a book keeps her awake and prayer puts her to sleep?!). I can think about Drew, go over our memories like a mother lovingly sorting out a child's outgrown clothing. And here, I can look out the window--a window with glass so thin there appears to be no difference between where I am and the night sky. I think I really love the late evening because there is no rush. No to-do list to check off. Just a sense of freedom and of time being...generous and infinite and mine for the taking.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
So, I have had a few days off, which has been wonderful. These are called golden days on tour--days in which we neither travel, rehearse, or perform. I have been staying with my brother and sister-in-law (Jason and Darby), and my niece and nephew (Lyric and Ollie) which has been so fun. Today, Jase and I went on a hike in the Santa Monica mountains. There were many lizards doing the hike also, though they were much faster than us. At the top of the mountain, we could see LA spread out before us--and the pacific ocean in the background. I was trying to walk in a way that worked out my hamstrings, and so you don't think that statement is absolutely random, I will tell you why...Recently, I went to a massage therapist who gave me the unfortunate news that I have a pulled muscle in my right hip (which was not a surprise, because it has been hurting), and that my hamstrings were messed up (though, he did not use such a benign term for it). Basically, I have overdeveloped quads compared to my hamstrings and glutes--and my quads have been taking over my life. Oh--and my hamstrings are tight as a drum and need to be stretched pretty much every second of the day. Awesome. Now, if you saw the choreography that I do in this show, then all this would make sense. So, anyway--I was trying to make sure my quads were not taking over, but I think they are used to it, so it's hard not to do. But, I have been making a point to stretch even more...But, the hike was awesome. I love being outside, love seeing natural beauty.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
I am fortunate enough to be a part of this fabulous cast of A Chorus Line. It's a Broadway show. It's amazing. I was home-schooled as a kid (literally, taught at home--a la Little House on the Prairie. No, scratch that--they went to a schoolhouse, I am pretty sure. But, my parents taught me at home, leaving more time for dancing, music, going on trips-things like that), and one of my biggest regrets was that I didn't get to do a high school musical (not the Disney one, mind you--just any high school musical). Anyway, here I am touring a Broadway show...wow. I remember going to see Aida on Broadway, probably about four years ago, and thinking, I can do that. I am going to do that. Not in a prideful way--just in an identifying-something-that-is-true kind of way.
Ok, so yesterday my friend, Ian, and I were getting into an elevator while having a conversation in which he was pronouncing certain Italian words (mostly cheeses) with an exaggerated Italian accent. It went something like this:
"Home, where my thoughts are fleeting; home, where the music's playing; home, where my love-life's waiting silently for me..." That lyric is from a Simon and Garfunkle song that initially caught at my heart at the tender age of 12--when I was away from home for the first time, studying ballet at the Chautauqua Institute in upstate New York. I can remember just sitting in my little dorm room, listening to that folksy song and letting it resonate within me. Because it was describing me--maybe not so much the love-life part (or maybe it was just waiting very silently--think mime)--but at that point in my life, I loved home so much, that anything that was different from home was simply hateful. Something to be endured, with the prize always before me--returning home. Since then, I think I have matured some, at least to the point where I am not quite so black-and-white in the way I view my world. See, I no longer hate everything that isn't home. This is a good thing, because God seems to keep taking me far away from home...