At Rehearsal Monday May 11.

There is a short ballroom dance scene in the play with pretty simple choreography, but that doesn't mean I could do it well even in two hours. So, my dance partner (who in the play is my son) and I decided to meet a little early the next rehearsal to get it down better.  We were dancing only a few minutes when some more of the cast arrived; A group of small girls, mostly under 12. The dance is predominately a waltz, which is the romantic, royalty looking dance. I heard one of the girls say "OH! They're dancing!!"and they giggled. The youngest ones were standing close together with girlish grins on their faces as they watched us fly around the floor.

It is strange to realize that to younger kids, I am now what I used to think was SO grownup and where I wanted to be.

Though dancing still fills me with the same sort of glee.

My new slogan:

I'm sorry, I can't. I have rehearsal.

Little did I know what exactly I was being so unceremoniously shanghai'd into. The performances for this play start on June 17th. O_o I think there are around 22 rehearsals (for my role) between now and then. Which means I will be saying "sorry, I can't. I have rehearsal" at least 4 times a week, if not 5 or 6. Hopefully I'll still have some friends by then to actually come and see the play for this all to be worth it. I also dropped one of my jobs until after performances are over. And my sister might be moving within that time. And the family is going out of town and I promised to care for the dog, but since I'll be gone 14 hours at a time I'm not all that helpful...good heavens. Did I mention I am working and going to school and helping plan a wedding and trying to help keep the house standing?


*deep breath*

Jane Eyre.

The following conversations took place this evening, after I had just gotten home from the cannery, and had sat down to watch a movie, then go to bed early:

Him: Wanna be in our play? One of our Lady Ingrams dropped out.
Me: Yes. Details?
Him: Are you free tonight or right now?
Me: Yes.

*Red drives madly*

Director: Do you want to be in a play?
Me: Sure!
Director: This is the other Lady Ingram, sing with her.

Thus, I was thrown into a musical.

Possible Facebook Statuses for the Day.

Red...

• ...arrived at her Ancient Greek Philosophy final this morning, ragged and worn. The TA was already passing out the test when suddenly her brain came back from a deep abyss called stress. She was supposed to bring extra paper for the essays. Thankfully the cute guy next to her was willing to share. She also noticed the rest of the class had books and notes with them. NOW she remembered it was an open book/note test. Did she have them? Of course not. At least she remembered a pencil. The test went rather well, all things considered.
• ...got a whopping $19 for four books that are worth about $100. 
• ...'s car reached a milestone today. 100,000 miles! Good job Neville, keep up the good work. 
• ...remembered how awesome it feels to work out.
• ...wandered around Target looking for a work-out item, and complained loudly in her head about the prices. After digging and trying to find one on sale that fit, she wandered in circles in the women's clothes and accessories for about 40 minutes, then gave up. She found one she liked, that happened to be more expensive than the rest, and bought it. Take that stupid money. 
• ...has commandeered the kitchen table for studying. Sorry Mom.

Never would have guessed that one.

A list of things I never thought I would do:

• Put gel and frizz my hair to look like a lion's mane, then run on stage acting like one.
• Record my own singing voice.
• Be invited to a bar with 3 middle-aged, married, men.
• Wear prescription glasses. 
• Would smash an ice cream cone into a friend's forehead.