Okay, as I didn't say this on Wednesday (I have no idea WHY I didn't say it on Wednesday, as I found out on Wednesday... whatever), I'll say it now: The all-grades show was written by the drama teacher this year.
And I have the main role.
YAY!
Of the eleven scenes, there is one that I'm not in.
Why?
The scene's just after intermission.
Right before intermission, I look (or will look, as the case may be - the show doesn't go up for a month and we start rehearsals tomorrow) very thouroughly dead, due to multiple stab wounds in places that have yet to be located. Of course, I'm not ACTUALLY dead. I'm the main character, and it's not a tragedy, so by the Laws of Any Non-Tragedy That Is Performed Onstage, nobody important is allowed to die before act two.
I think I count (finally) as a person of consequence. And I'm SUPREMELY psyched.
The one thing I'm nervous about is the fact that I have to do an on-stage kiss.
I've never met the guy. However, I talked to the director today, and she said that we don't have to do it right away... as in, not at the very beginning of the second time we've been in the same room and been aware of it. Which is good, I guess. It's still intimidating.
But that's what actors have to do - cease to be intimidated.
Or learn to tell their intimidation to shut up until they get the scene over with.
And, if the actor's friends decide to crash the awkward rehearsals, the actors must make sure they have the liberty to break character to hit their friends over the head with something heavy if the friends laugh at them.
Okay, that's not entirely professional and stuff.
But THAT rehearsal is the day after my birthday, so I think I still have some birthday rights left.
Maybe.
