So today, Manda came over and we recorded a song. Because we can do that. I played guitar, ukulele, bass, drum (read: pounding on a box), and shakey egg, and she sang.
It was fun. I can't post it because it's her song, but when she posts it to tumblr I'll share.
Then about ten minutes ago, Nikki texted me with, "Dear Polly, can you act?"
To which I said 'yes' rather enthusiastically and then began panicking.
I have two commissions to finish.
And two shows to costume.
And now lines to learn for a show that opens in 4 weeks.
PANIC. MODE. ENGAGED.
No time for longer blog post. Lines to learn.
Polly we will be okay.
ReplyDeleteThe lines will be okay.
Trust me. I'm a Stone.
Like, if we were Eurydice or something, I'd be worried about the lines. But we're Stones. Also we're you and me. And Sasha. We are good. It is summer. We can do things. We are Daleks. We are Teyla. We do not use contractions.
This has been your daily dose of Melody logic. I hope it helped to disengage panic mode at least a little bit.
P.S. Thank you for disengaging my panic mode earlier today.
@melody but BUT the stones are the functional backbone of that entire play. The way that their lines are written means that they need to be like perfect. They're like the same person, like three heads of a many headed monster which has distinct personalities but one brain.
ReplyDeletetl;dr POLLY NEEDS TO KNOW HER LINES.
@polly But we're you and me and BETH now! Polly, you and me and Beth ARE the same person! We are like the three heads you describe. Different but actually the same.
ReplyDeletetl;dr we all need to know our lines but we're also going to be fucking awesome.