Onward, ever onward
Web closed up beautifully. Our last show was a smash hit, people laughed, cried, and congratulated us many times. They’re still congratulating us. People came back to see it twice — people who didn’t even know us, freshmen, who just loved the show. My Little, Eric, saw me today and told me he was still in Web withdrawl, to which my response was, thank you, me too.
Robbie told me that it’s his and Paul’s new official Best Show. Apparently they have a Best Show at all times, you know, each one replaces the last one. And Web is the Best Show since, well since Freedom of the City, which wasn’t that long ago, but Robbie says that the last Best Show before that was a realllly long time ago. High praise. From people I respect. Several of my teachers also saw it, Craig and Lizzie and Malcolm (Malcolm isn’t actually my teacher, but he’s Anna’s, so that sort of counts), and I’m looking forward to feedback from them.
Before Web was even finished, I was plunged head-long into Tenor rehearsals…they’re going very well. The show is a lot of fun, and while the play itself will never have the meaning for me that Web does, it is, as predicted, awfully wonderful to work with Robbie. Every day he runs his hand down my back to help me breathe into that place or to see if I am breathing there or, dare I hope, to have an excuse to touch me. There is definite sexual tension between us, I’m sure of that. I saw him at the Hospice Benefit tonight, before the show, and I’m sure he was going to sit with me until he found out that it was $10 to get in, and then he and Paul decided to go home instead 🙁 I was disappointed.
I’m really sick right now. I’m coughing like mad. I woke up this morning and my back was so sore, from all the coughing, that I could hardly move. I did the show with a very strained voice that sounded little like me, and coughed like crazy whenever I was offstage and the audience laughed. I can’t believe we pulled it off. With no tech, never rehearsing in the space, no stage manager, no producer, no dress rehearsal, and no budget…we pulled together a really, really Good Show. So many people have told me that it was the best thing they’ve seen in a long time, and lots of people say they think it will be the best show in the department this semester. And it was the first show the freshmen saw — we opened the Drama Department season. We were first. And we were good. It was excellent. It’s over. Weird weird weird.
I’m so glad that Steve-O is doing Tenor with me. I’d be missing Web so much more right now if he weren’t. I miss it pretty badly as it is. But I got to talk to Brendan today, briefly, just as people. Not as director and actor, just as us, just as friends. I’ve missed that, and I’m glad to have it back.
Well, it’s late already and I’ve still got a lot of work to do, I feel rotten and I just want to go to bed but I must finish reading the Sonnets and pick one to bring to class tomorrow. Have you ever read all of Shakespeare’s Sonnets? One by one they’re excellent, but if you read them all at once they are boring as shit, excuse my language. I’ve only got about 25 more…yeesh….
Goodnight! –Stephanie
Yeah, I remember feeling that way about Shakespeare’s sonnets, too. I think the way to think about it is that by reading them all you understand each sonnet from the inside out. I fancy you get to see his whole thought process, how each sonnet (and if you read only one at a time it seems so crisp and fresh!) arises from a thoughtscape of enduring intercoiled obsessions. I mean, to some extent…
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that’s what everyone’s mind looks like from the inside, the canvass for the focused cross-sections that we publish as art. Wow, I’m rambling. It’s very late. So sorry… Love, EHC
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