“Rock and Roll is the only religion…”
Jun. 22nd, 2002 11:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzAck! The performance yesterday was very crappy. The hall where we played was okay, nice wooden floor, very slippery though. But the technicians screwed up half of the time and there were people not going on stage when they had to, which caused great gaps in between the scenes.
In the demonic dance I almost slipped because of the floor, and I ended up very close to the audience. I don’t think they minded that much though. I was not attacking them, after all.
Also, when I had my archbishop role, the technicians didn’t call me. So I improvised. “Maybe we can contact the pope.” why don’t they call me? Don’t they understand I look like a fucking idiot?. And since the tv died on us, the pope read his lines from backstage instead of talking from the video tape.
My mom and Luc did show up, as did TC and even Maarten Hagg from school. They were all very enthusiastic about the play while I was still a bit fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!. We chatted some more and I cleaned up and went home.
It’s so disgusting. The flies keep returning. I don’t know where they come from.
Have to buy a bike first [and: coffee!]. Let’s hope the IBG gave me money! Then I’ll do a total spring cleaning job on the kitchen and adjacent junk-room. Because that’s where the flies always are at.
Tonight, work again with Emile. Yay! So looking forward to it in a weird way.
In the demonic dance I almost slipped because of the floor, and I ended up very close to the audience. I don’t think they minded that much though. I was not attacking them, after all.
Also, when I had my archbishop role, the technicians didn’t call me. So I improvised. “Maybe we can contact the pope.” why don’t they call me? Don’t they understand I look like a fucking idiot?. And since the tv died on us, the pope read his lines from backstage instead of talking from the video tape.
My mom and Luc did show up, as did TC and even Maarten Hagg from school. They were all very enthusiastic about the play while I was still a bit fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!. We chatted some more and I cleaned up and went home.
It’s so disgusting. The flies keep returning. I don’t know where they come from.
Have to buy a bike first [and: coffee!]. Let’s hope the IBG gave me money! Then I’ll do a total spring cleaning job on the kitchen and adjacent junk-room. Because that’s where the flies always are at.
Tonight, work again with Emile. Yay! So looking forward to it in a weird way.
