Come on, Pockets!

Wow...long day. I am so exhausted right now and I will most likely have to wash my hair three times in order to remove the excessive amount of hairspray from my hair. Well...that's theatre for ya! I actually do not mind having to do the removal and re-application of mounds of makeup, hairspray and mic tape goo. I absolutely love the theatre. Even the two hour early call before the curtain goes up and the stomach-wrenching, mind-taunting, terrifying nerves. It just all fits me perfectly.

I am happy to say that not one person missed a cue tonight. There happens to be a certain person in the cast, who will remain unnamed of course, who frequently forgets to come on stage when he is supposed to. If this happened once, twice, or even three times I would understand, but every single run-through we have done for this play he has missed at least three cues. Yes, I do exaggerate often, but this time I am completely serious. And yes, it is very frustrating but I'm surprising myself by how patient I am being. Usually, I would have gone off on him a couple times already. I know my good friend who has claimed the dressing room mirror next to mine has gone off on him a few times.

This girl is brash, impatient, and strong-willed, but she is the most interesting, endearing, hilarious person I think I have ever met. She's funny in the sense of she doesn't care what people think about her and she's very quirky. She wants to be a linguist when she graduates and moves on with her life, so sometimes when she's angry, frustrated, or surprised she will break out into random phrases in either German, French, or Russian. We have very similar opinions about pretty much everything. I simply love her.

The dressing room is one of my favorite things about my school's productions. The friendships and bonds you make with the actors and tech crew are long-lasting and touch if not impossible to break. The girls who act in almost every show and know the green room and costume shop and stage backwards and forwards (like me and the girl next to me), have mirrors they always sit at. That may sound like we're "divas" but we just always happen to claim those same mirrors. We're always early for call to help the director or to get our hair, makeup, and costuming done so we can help the other girls who maybe haven't done shows before with their things when they show up so it just happens that way.

The main tech manager who runs the lighting we call Pockets. He always has pants and shirts with so many pockets!!! He is so funny though. He's the one who is kind of scary because of his size and disposition when you first meet him, but he's just a big 'ol teddy bear. He always gets mad when the girls write their names/character's names on the mirror in lipstick, but we always do it anyway. He says it's hard to get off but seriously...one swoop of a wet paper towel and it comes off. Come on, Pockets.

All in all, the theatre experience in my school is amazing and always leaves you with interesting stories.

However, if you're the sort of person who is offended easily by being ordered around by experienced actors and actresses and techies, the theatre is not for you.