Turandot ends tomorrow, Saturday night and that show, along with tonight's show, are both sold out. There's no use in me saying, "buy your tickets and witness me at my most rugged!" Being one of the shortest people on stage, it takes a lot of convincing that I can kick everyone's ass as a guard when I'm looking up at them. I put on my make up (WAR PAINT!....no...it's make up)and put on the "perma-scowl" and I walk on stage as if my body was just a shell containing 160lbs of HATE for others. I guess it works.
There were two nights working with this actor named Kevin, and I had to restrain him from saving his father's slave (who was in love with him)and although his struggling and squirming did a lot to convince the audience how much of a badass I am for keeping him in his place, he keeps hitting my fragile retractable knife that is cruicial to the plot of the opera. The first time it happened, the knife handle broke off the blade, bounced off the stage and into the orchestra. They were smart enough to secretly put it back on the stage floor to which I would pick it up (in character), hide behind kevin, and fix it. Then, Kevin struggled once more causing the knife to break off again and fall on the stage floor. Fed up, I picked it up and without thinking twice, I punched kevin right in the sternum. It dawned on me seconds after kevin whispered "that hurts." that I should never ever hit performers on stage, definately not on the sternum and especially not when they have to sing the highest of musical notes. I of course, sincerely apologized backstage and taped up the knife so it wouldn't happen again.
Well, the next night's performance....kevin struggled once more and in a de javu moment, the knife drops on stage. Big difference this time is that I had a spare knife hidden in my outfit that I subtly replaced the one that fell off the holster so that the "slave in love" could kill herself with it without any problems.
Fun stuff...
Speaking of which, the following video,although it might look like it, does not idicate I have a lot of free time on my hands. No...not at all, it does indicate that I am the greatest procrastinator I know of. I promised myself that I will follow up on all my priorities by the end of this week, and even though I know I'm more focused when I'm under pressure, I'm also at my most stressed. Anyways, watch the video:
The Backflip was an idea I came up with using an experience I had in High School when at 190 lbs, I decided to try a backflip without having done one before. I do not remember the events that occured...the only thing I can tell you was, I was standing on either a bunch of stacked mats or on one of the basketball bleechers, I can remember staring at my feet for the mount and then BLAM Big white light. I thought I was waking up from bed when I realized I was on a gurney getting hauled up into an ambulance and someone kept asking me what day it was. I remember saying "Thrusday" and I also remember it being wrong (I still don't remember what day that was). I ended up in the Emergency room where my dad (who works there) had a smiling yet disappointed look on his face. They almost shaved my head for the 8 staples they were gonna give me but I protested and my dad gave them permission to just go ahead and staple the gash shut....with some hair getting shut in the wound.
I was a bloody mess.
Two days later I scuffed my face on the classroom floor attempting to do a backflip again.
The school threatened to expel me.
Good times.
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