Oh, Dear Diary... My brain is reeling! I simply cannot believe how many people it takes to put a piece of theatre together! Just when I thought I was getting all the names and faces matched, they go and produce yet another department to get to know! Honestly, I feel ravaged! I'm not sure there is enough of me to spread around, although Juanita says there definitely is... Sweet lady, she is well aware of my capacity for love.
This morning was fine; all the usual suspects. Matt Devitt sitting at the front being all important, Matt Quinn quivering in a corner and avoiding my gaze, Sarah Marney shouting away (how that girl hasn't got nodules is a mystery to me!), Cameron Jones looking perpetually confused, Wade (the over-familiar dancer) being as flirtatious as ever ("No, thank you, Wade, I would not like to pop round to your flat for a Bette Midler DVD marathon." - it is all too clear what kind of 'marathon' he's planning!), and Evie, the PMT, totally unphased by the seeming chaos around her! Plus all the other supporting cast - must make a point of chatting with the others at some point.
This morning we were recapping all we had done so far. It seems that the majority of the cast are far too eager and are "off book" already (this, Dear Diary, means they were no longer using the scripts as an aide memoir) - if you ask me, I think it is a little early to be at that stage; they don't want to peak too soon! But what do I know? I've only been in the business since my mid-teens. What does... Um... Ten years of experience matter?!
This afternoon Matt told me they were working on Spirit In The Sky, which I'm not in, as apparently I have yet another costume change... That's if Wardrobe sort out their shoddy measuring, one can only assume! So, I was ushered off to Marketing to meet yet more people!
Marketing live in a tiny little office right next to the back stage toilets, so in all honesty, I was not expecting much! Oh, how wrong I was!
I was greeted by a delightfully smiley woman, Karen, who seemed very eager to make sure I was happy. Very much a salt of the earth kind of gal! I have a feeling we may become great friends; I have a feeling we use the same hair salon! I can spot Sandy's colour work a mile off!
She introduced me to the rest of the team, who were all naturally in complete awe of me... The fear in their eyes was most flattering.
Without delay, Karen asked me the oddest question:
"Felicia, dear... Do you tweet?"
I paused for a moment... No, I had absolutely no idea what she had just said.
"Karen, my angel... I think you're getting me confused with Julie Andrews - she did Mary Poppins in the end, although Disney were well aware of my availability!"
"No, Felicia, I mean, are you on Twitter?"
I stood up very quickly, anxious that I has inadvertently sat on her pet budgerigar or something!
Well, Dear Diary... She has opened up a whole new world to me, I don't mind admitting! I am now, apparently, on some sort of Social Networking Site called Twitter. She said people could follow me @TheLadyFelicia - not the most encouraging news; I remember the trials of having my own stalker, and thankfully Robbie Williams now has a restraining order. And by the end of the day, she delighted in informing me that I had 35 followers already!
Well... I shall have to keep one eye open over my shoulder from now on. Perhaps some security staff might be advisable? I shall see how this one pans out, but as I sit quietly at home, I have a distinct feeling of unease, and Juanita has checked the front gates numerous times on my request.
I hope I sleep. I may need a Juanita Sleeping Special - another of her concoctions - she calls them the Vs to ease your Zzzzzz! No idea what she means, but they work!
More tomorrow, Dear Diary.
This morning was fine; all the usual suspects. Matt Devitt sitting at the front being all important, Matt Quinn quivering in a corner and avoiding my gaze, Sarah Marney shouting away (how that girl hasn't got nodules is a mystery to me!), Cameron Jones looking perpetually confused, Wade (the over-familiar dancer) being as flirtatious as ever ("No, thank you, Wade, I would not like to pop round to your flat for a Bette Midler DVD marathon." - it is all too clear what kind of 'marathon' he's planning!), and Evie, the PMT, totally unphased by the seeming chaos around her! Plus all the other supporting cast - must make a point of chatting with the others at some point.
This morning we were recapping all we had done so far. It seems that the majority of the cast are far too eager and are "off book" already (this, Dear Diary, means they were no longer using the scripts as an aide memoir) - if you ask me, I think it is a little early to be at that stage; they don't want to peak too soon! But what do I know? I've only been in the business since my mid-teens. What does... Um... Ten years of experience matter?!
This afternoon Matt told me they were working on Spirit In The Sky, which I'm not in, as apparently I have yet another costume change... That's if Wardrobe sort out their shoddy measuring, one can only assume! So, I was ushered off to Marketing to meet yet more people!
Marketing live in a tiny little office right next to the back stage toilets, so in all honesty, I was not expecting much! Oh, how wrong I was!
I was greeted by a delightfully smiley woman, Karen, who seemed very eager to make sure I was happy. Very much a salt of the earth kind of gal! I have a feeling we may become great friends; I have a feeling we use the same hair salon! I can spot Sandy's colour work a mile off!
She introduced me to the rest of the team, who were all naturally in complete awe of me... The fear in their eyes was most flattering.
Without delay, Karen asked me the oddest question:
"Felicia, dear... Do you tweet?"
I paused for a moment... No, I had absolutely no idea what she had just said.
"Karen, my angel... I think you're getting me confused with Julie Andrews - she did Mary Poppins in the end, although Disney were well aware of my availability!"
"No, Felicia, I mean, are you on Twitter?"
I stood up very quickly, anxious that I has inadvertently sat on her pet budgerigar or something!
Well, Dear Diary... She has opened up a whole new world to me, I don't mind admitting! I am now, apparently, on some sort of Social Networking Site called Twitter. She said people could follow me @TheLadyFelicia - not the most encouraging news; I remember the trials of having my own stalker, and thankfully Robbie Williams now has a restraining order. And by the end of the day, she delighted in informing me that I had 35 followers already!
Well... I shall have to keep one eye open over my shoulder from now on. Perhaps some security staff might be advisable? I shall see how this one pans out, but as I sit quietly at home, I have a distinct feeling of unease, and Juanita has checked the front gates numerous times on my request.
I hope I sleep. I may need a Juanita Sleeping Special - another of her concoctions - she calls them the Vs to ease your Zzzzzz! No idea what she means, but they work!
More tomorrow, Dear Diary.