1/18-1/25/08
Everyday
Rehearsal, Rehearsal, Rehearsal, Rehearsal, Wine and Food, Rehearsal, Rehearsal
My group is, drum role… A wonderful hilarious brit named Emily, and an amazing wee aussi with a permanent smile named Liz, both of whom I am good friends, laugh constantly with and work with brilliantly. We did a skit together during our rehearsal Called “Dolce and Gabana” and realized how rocking we all clicked and thus team Roma was born.
Once groups were set everyone started rehearsing feverously to prepare for their first show the coming Friday, and begin to hack down on the butt load of a repertoire we would need to learn. At least for the first performance we would have a senior Theatrino actor coming to watch us, our friend from the suburbs of Chicago and absolutely hilarious mate named Brion. To start off this Friday performance well, we got lost for two hours within the neighborhood of where the school was because our tomtom was wack, and our directions were wrong, so we ended up driving in circles and ending at the exact same spot six times. We then talked to the teacher and drove around looking for a lady in a green coat, and when we found her, her coat was not even green, error proof morning.
We were suppose to perform Robin Hood and Three Little Pigs, and ended up only having time to performing a getto version of Three Little Pigs while Brion laughed at our suffering from the back of the gym and then followed that with a stumble through of a workshop. Thus was our first performance and already the next day, Saturday, we were shooting out to start our tour. We would make the eight hour drive to Rome, settle into the ACLE Flat there and begin Tour Roma bright and early Monday morning. It was amazing how quick training went yet how long it felt at the same time as our family of 30 or so bonded by the fact of the crazy fricken job and experience we were setting out on.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Training in a Nutshell, metaphorically speaking
1/ 11-17 /09
Recovering from jet lag I found myself in an unreal situation, rehearsing with 30 English speaking performers from across the English speaking lands, hailing from Scotland to South Africa, Idaho to Australia, and England to Virginia. We walked every day from our quant hotel with very little hot water to a beautiful villa with a view of the sea were we spent each day rehearsing children’s fairytales and skits all with the theme of teaching English through theater, and the crazy thing is this was all real, exaggerated to barest minimum and I am a person who likes to tell a story, this is pretty much as basic as I can describe.
The first week of training looked something like this:
Day Night
Mon Rehearsal Wine and Food
Tues Rehearsal Wine and Food
Wed Rehearsal Wine and Food
Thurs Rehearsal Wine and Food
Fri Rehearsal To much Wine and Food
Sat Rehearsal Far to much Wine
Sun Recovery and Lines
At this point I had went from awe, to horror and complete fear of the amount of work we had to learn when we finally found out the groups we would be touring in on the first Saturday. Meaning we had about a week to learn 6 fairy tales and 8 skits, yikes, before we were tossed out on our own to hit the ground running and see how bad we crashed and burned. I ping ponged back and forth between excitement for the amazing experience I was embarking on and utter fear bordering on the easiest plan of escape. I chose to stay with the adventure, and the group I ended up with only made me more excited for such an adventure. I could have ended up with any of 29 lovely wonderful international folk, and been quite happy, as over two weeks we bonded so much. I have made friends with a collection of English, some Scots, Aussies and others ranging from South Africa to Chicago, Virginia and New York. Tour Roma Next Entry.
(and yes im about three weeks behind, ill catch up I promise., ps- my myblogger is being a punk and not uploading photos so im working on it because this blog is much better with pictures)
Recovering from jet lag I found myself in an unreal situation, rehearsing with 30 English speaking performers from across the English speaking lands, hailing from Scotland to South Africa, Idaho to Australia, and England to Virginia. We walked every day from our quant hotel with very little hot water to a beautiful villa with a view of the sea were we spent each day rehearsing children’s fairytales and skits all with the theme of teaching English through theater, and the crazy thing is this was all real, exaggerated to barest minimum and I am a person who likes to tell a story, this is pretty much as basic as I can describe.
The first week of training looked something like this:
Day Night
Mon Rehearsal Wine and Food
Tues Rehearsal Wine and Food
Wed Rehearsal Wine and Food
Thurs Rehearsal Wine and Food
Fri Rehearsal To much Wine and Food
Sat Rehearsal Far to much Wine
Sun Recovery and Lines
At this point I had went from awe, to horror and complete fear of the amount of work we had to learn when we finally found out the groups we would be touring in on the first Saturday. Meaning we had about a week to learn 6 fairy tales and 8 skits, yikes, before we were tossed out on our own to hit the ground running and see how bad we crashed and burned. I ping ponged back and forth between excitement for the amazing experience I was embarking on and utter fear bordering on the easiest plan of escape. I chose to stay with the adventure, and the group I ended up with only made me more excited for such an adventure. I could have ended up with any of 29 lovely wonderful international folk, and been quite happy, as over two weeks we bonded so much. I have made friends with a collection of English, some Scots, Aussies and others ranging from South Africa to Chicago, Virginia and New York. Tour Roma Next Entry.
(and yes im about three weeks behind, ill catch up I promise., ps- my myblogger is being a punk and not uploading photos so im working on it because this blog is much better with pictures)
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