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Friday, February 11, 2011

A Matter of Life, Death and Selling Your Soul... I Mean Yourself.

I'm sick...again. I actually recovered from my last illness just in time to catch another one. This one comes complete with a 101 degree fever. I haven't felt like doing much of anything, but don't really have that option. Last night as I laid in bed shivering and mouth breathing, I looked around at my mess of a room that looked like a mixture of my closet and the Duane Reade Pharmaceuticals isle exploded all over. Then, this morbid thought crossed my mind, "If I were found dead in this mess it would be horribly embarrassing for me and my family." Twisted thought? Maybe. But you better believe I hoisted my decrepit body out of bed to tidy up just a bit. The great news is I woke up this morning!, it wouldn't have mattered anyway. :)

I've spent the last week rehearsing and working. I gave a shopping tour to a large group of 13 year olds. That was eye opening. First of all, did I look like I was 25 when I was 13? I'm certainly not condoning any R Kelly action, but....DECEIVING! Well, it was deceiving until we ran into Lady GaGa at a clothing store and the girls freaked out like they just had their periods for the first time.

In other news, I received a call from the director that I auditioned for last week, and I got the part! I will be playing an oppressed woman in 1919 and a free spirited hippy in 197something in a play at Manhattan Rep at the end of March. This means that I am going to start rehearsing for two shows come Feb 22. Busy Busy.

I've been in rehearsals for the upcoming one act show for a couple weeks now. The piece I'm doing with the writer/director is coming along well. It's all about the excitement of love and it's consuming nature. It's been fun to work on. A day in which you relive those feelings can't be too bad. I've met with my scene partner a few times and in order to connect more with the characters we've done some improv exercises based on our scripted lines. Sometimes this is super helpful to me, but this time for some reason I seem to just want to listen. I've developed this shy, giggly, easily-swept-off-her-feet character that I identify with more from physical actions than from improv-ed dialogue. That's fine for me personally, but I don't want to leave my poor actor friend out in the cold during our little exercises. It's also clear from reading the script that there will have to be some strong physical interaction between the two of us, but until our last rehearsal we had been all about the lines. There's always this imaginary line drawn that I've noticed male actors don't want to cross. And rightfully so, because it's a delicate situation that's very easy to eff up and make uncomfortable. So, I tend to ask the questions straight away because, in my experience, it seems to be easier that way. "Can I touch you here?" "Is it okay if I kiss you here?" Sounds bizarre. But this is how it works. Anyhow, we crossed that threshold and our scene is really coming along. Which is fab.

The other piece I'm in for the same show is turning into somewhat of a dance/theater piece. It's very abstract and experimental. The heart of it is very poignant and relate-able. It's about watching your parents age and all the feelings and responsibility that come with it. We're just trying to find the structure of the whole thing. The script is very much left up to interpretation with seemingly random lines and undefined characters. I think we're coming along, though. It's just taking a lot of rehearsal. We're finding wonderful moments, and just finding the transitions to thread the whole thing together is taking some time. We'll see!

I also auctioned myself off. Let me explain. Our theater company had a fundraiser. I was crap at selling raffle tickets, so I joined the date auction. Unfortunately, they waited until too late in the evening when most people with money were already home in bed because they have a real job to go to the next day. So, it was a little on the awkward side (the things I do for the arts...), but after a few strangers and some friends chimed in, I was bought by a friend of mine for $100.

So, in review: I feel like I'm dying, but I'm probably not, actually. I gave a tour to some false advertisers. I've asked permission for physical contact. I've thought about my parents eventually biting the dust. And, I sold myself.

I'll tell you what didn't happen this week: No one spit in my face. I win! :)

1 comment:

  1. Only $100? Clearly you're slipping Sarah.

    Kudos to a spit free week. That's a plus. I'm sorry you're sick like the rest of the world. I'm still getting over mine. 2 weeks. 2!

    But mucho congratulations on all the good work you're doing and coming up. You're one of the few people I know working consistently. Another Kudos there.

    Look at you in 2011.