Dec. 16th, 2010

darchildre: seventh doctor and ace, moody and muted (ghostlight)
I think the worst thing about the ridiculous Christmas pageant, now that the mind-numbing panic has worn off, is how much fun it could have been. If it was, y'know, organized or had started, say, a month before it did. And if we didn't have people with musical solos hearing them for the first time tonight, which was the penultimate rehearsal.

Because even this stupid, badly-run production, where people don't know the music during dress rehearsals and the leads keep wandering off the stage right before they have a line* and where, apparently, I now have a solo because one of the cast has dropped out three days before the performance, is reminding me of how much I love being involved with amateur theater, even when it sucks. It's like choir - there's a big part of me that just loves theater rehearsal. (Performing is great, but rehearsals are the fun part.)

I just wish I could have been reminded of this by something that isn't quite so offensive to my sense of professionalism. I don't mind performing stupid things, or things I don't like. I just hate being this unprepared.






*I wouldn't gripe if they were little kids, but these are all middle schoolers, at least

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