Rocking The Boat (Marlowe)

There's always at least one person in ever show that rubs every person in the cast the wrong way.  Why must this be?  Why we just have perfect casts at all times?  In fact, why can't everything be perfect?  I wonder if the [title of show] gang as anyone backstage that they dislike.

It Will Never Be That Way Again (Ruthless!)

Dear 9/11 victims and all other Americans:

It was seven years ago.  It was one day.  Yes, the event was devastating and it took a long time to get over it.  But it happened one day.  Maybe try to think about all the other countries that are under constant attack.  Where it's become the only life they know.  Everyday.  For decades.  Countries that are being attacked by, oh, I don't know... your country.  They attacked you because they don't like you.  Because you're mean to them.  Because you try to force your values on them when no one asked for your opinion.  Shut up about it and move on.  Some people have birthdays to celebrate.

Sorry-Grateful (Company)

It's not barely noon and I'm not even out of bed and already my morning has brought on a rollercoaster of emotions.  Last night was my first night of choreography.  I'm really not that good at communicating what I want.  I say things like "and then we do this kind of move..." which demonstrating badly.  And I just keep adding on, faster than a proper choreographer would.  But somehow everyone picked it up.  And once my assistant was done cleaning them up and drilling it, it was fucking amazing.  I think this is going to work out just fine.  I can't wait to get in there and finish the number tonight.

So this morning I call work to see if they need me and they do but they don't so I opt out because, although I need the money, I'm starting to get sick and I have to work on tonight's choreography.  Yay, I get to sleep in.  I'll just check facebook on my laptop now.  Ooh!  What's this?  A message from Heidi Blickenstaff?  The Heidi Blickenstaff of [title of show] fame?!  You see, I may not have mentioned this before, but the last time I met Heidi at the stage door I told her that I choreographed a number to her song.  She was super pumped and told me to film it for her, so I did.  On Sunday.  And I sent it to her.  And this morning, she sent me this message:

SKINNY!

I love it!!!! Seriously, I LOVE IT!!! I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around it all... When I first watched it, I was just enjoying the choreography and you guys dancing and that was taking me back to my dancing days, and then it hit me that you were dancing to MY SONG and I had to pick my jaw up off the floor.

Love it that you did that. And filmed it for me. Thank you so much!!!

And I'm also so glad that you're connecting to [tos]. I am very familiar with the poo vampire. I fight that guy on a daily basis. You're not alone. I'm telling you, the key is doing what you love and eventually you'll figure out how to turn that into a living...

All the VERY best to you. I look forward to giving you a big hug at the stage door next time you come. Thanks again, Nick...

xo,
hb

O!  M!  G!  So as you can tell I'm pretty effing happy.  But then...

... I get a text message from one of my favourite people.  Bad news.  It may be divorce time.  I'm dying.  Do good things never last?  She's a wreck.  I'm dying for her.  

Then another message from Heidi comes, telling me to check out the [title of show] blog.  I do.   You should too.  www.titleofshow.com/blog

And I'm happy again.

More texting.  Sad again.

Why can't life just be good stuff.  The bad stuff sucks, so why does it happen?  Me no likey.  It's so bizarre that I was experiencing such an extreme high and suck and extreme low at the exact same time.  It's just wrong.

Get Me Out (Buttrio Square)

My first night of choreography is Monday night.  I've scheduled the biggest number first.  There She Goes/Fame.  Is it too late to back out?  I have no idea what I've gotten myself into.  I don't want to do this anymore.  We haven't even had our first rehearsal yet and already I'm thinking about what I will be doing after the show's over.  I'm already looking at apartments in Toronto and jobs in New York and auditions in Montreal and thinking up comedy for my stand-up and researching agents.  Every time I think about the show I should be focusing on now, I shit my pants because I have to choreograph not one, not two, but three pas de deux, plus a whole ballet class where they are going over adagios (what the hell is an adagio?).  There is so much salsa music in this show, it's ridiculous.  Not to mention that huge Flamenco number.  I have no salsa or ballet background, I have no idea where to start.  I've been looking up salsa technique videos on addicted2salsa.com and every time the video loads I go poo or watch an episode of Swingtown.  I need help.  And by help I mean I need someone to choreograph this mother fucker for me, please.

Conquering New York (Wonderful Town)

There's no excuse not to be in New York City at all times.  Two trips in one summer.  I'm feeling more and more like I live there.  There's nothing better than seeing In The Heights twice, and dying both times, and seeing [title of show] three times and dying all three times, and seeing DansyAnsyPants and hearing her talk about maybe blogging again one of these days.  I just want to be there always.  Why can't I?  Why aren't I rich?  I bought a new fall/winter coat from Sacks Fifth Avenue that was 70% off so I could justify spending just under $200 for it.  And it was fun talking to the cashiers.  They were so sweet and lovely and talky.  I've decided that instead of cutting myself off from the shopping world, I'm going to start only buying clothes that are on sale.  It's something that disgusts me, but I have to do it in order to keep feeling fabulous.  I'm always going to take a tip from a New York shopping tips website I saw a long long long time ago, and I'm going to start purchasing clothes to wear for a day, keep the tags on, and return it the next day.  It's really the smartest way to look good everyday, and never be seen in the same outfit twice.  Lord help me, keep my pits from sweating.

PS - The Sex And The City tour was hot shit.  We went to Scout!