Blogging Is Hard, But Choreography is Harder (Warning: Explicit Language)
If you're going to be an actor you have to be well rounded. They say. Learn new skills, they say. Never been horseback riding? Find a barn and get your ass on a horse. Robby, there are so many opportunities you’re missing out on because you won't learn to ride a damn horse. Do you know combat for film? No? You’d better start taking ninja lessons, you lazy son-of-a-bitch! Do you have blog? How do you expect people to know what you’re up to if you don’t provide compelling content at least once a week? Write, trick!
In any event, I don’t have money for horseback riding lessons right now, and I took Tae Kwon Do when I was growing up, so I’m just gonna let that count as my ninja training. So...writing a blog it is!
Okay.
Blog time.
....How do you write a blog?
What the hell is a blog suppose to be about, anyways? Do I just write about whatever I’m thinking? Why would that be at all interesting or entertaining to literally anyone? I guess I could write about starting rehearsals for Memphis: The Musical. It’s a co-production with Aurora Theatre and Theatrical Outfit. And it’s going to be fucking outstanding.
Yesterday was my first choreography rehearsal. We learned the choreography for 3 numbers. “Radio”, “Crazy Little Huey”, and “Tear Down The House". Wait. That’s a lie. We learned about a minute and half’s worth of “Radio”. But let there be no mistake, doing just that much kicked my ass! And also, I did hear a rumor that the day before they learned almost all of “Underground”, which is roughly a 4 minute song; and they learned that in 7 short hours. The choreography is melt-your-face-off-awesome. But it’s fast, counter-rhythmic, and being taught by committee because our bad-ass choreographer’s foot literally exploded from being so fucking incredible. (Not a joke. His foot exploded.)
Now, my back has been hurting on and off for about a week now, from what I’m assuming is just sitting on my ass too much. So when I got to rehearsal yesterday, I was hoping that after stretching that my back would stop hurting. Well it did. At least for the first hour until we started throwing ourselves around the room in attempts to keep up with this choreography from hell. So instead of back pain from being a lazy bitch, I have back pain from being a lazy bitch who was thrown to the wolves into a 6 hour dance rehearsal. Also, I’m a hypochondriac: so secretly I’m convinced that I either have fibromyalgia, or some rare left-lower-back chronic disorder. But that’s neither here nor there.
So yeah, back to the choreography rehearsal. It didn’t take me long yesterday to really realize that this show is going to be a beast. But when I get the choreography learned and locked down, I’m going to insist that everyone I know comes to see this show. I’ve never had to dance like this before (because I didn’t think I could). But today’s a new day, damn it! And by golly I’m gonna be dancer!
Yeah. So Blogs, amirite?
