Wow, thanks Ryan

I had asked Ryan a while ago to please change my blog look, and look at that, he did!

Thanks, Ryan!

Of course, Ryan and I haven’t seen much of each other lately. I have to be at rehearsal at 5:00 every day this week, and he doesn’t get home from work by then. Last night Cole and I dragged in at 11:45. Of course Ryan was still up, so we took a few minutes to talk over the day’s events.

I volunteered Cole to help out in the booth for the play with his friend Hayden. I knew that Hayden was one of his friends, and on the first night that they gave us all our microphones, I told Hayden that if he needed some help, I was sure Cole would be available. The next night he told me that he could really use Cole’s help. So, starting Monday, Cole’s come with me to rehearsal. When we’re all done, it’s me waiting for Cole to finish up, since we all have to untape the mic, take it off, and put it back in the right place. And we have brand spanking new wireless microphones that we get to wear!

Tonight is our last night of rehearsals, and we’re going to run the show twice again (we actually made it through twice last night, hence the lateness of the hour). Oh, the joy. It’s quite exhausting, but still really fun. Last night was our Hair, Make-up, Wigs, Costumes, sound and lights rehearsal. It was fun to see everyone in their wild costumes (this is Dr. Seuss, after all, and people have gotten really creative!), and it makes it much easier to stay in character. Of course, there was a bit of a problem with my costume. Originally they had told me they had a wig for me, and they did the whole thing up and all that. I was ok with the wig idea, especially when they told me it wouldn’t stay grey, but they would color it gold or brown. Then on Monday, when it was full dress rehearsal for just the leads, the wig was there, but it wasn’t done up and it wasn’t colored. The make-up lady told me that they would have it for me the next night. Tuesday the make-up people were not even there, so there was no wig. Last night everybody is all in their cute “Who hair” and make-up, and we’re all looking spiffy. And there’s the wig sitting on the table still looking grey and limp. When I could get the lady’s attention, I asked about the wig. She told me that someone had said they would take it home and get it done, but it didn’t happen, but it would be ready by tomorrow. Ugh. I just felt so ignored. If I had known I wouldn’t have a wig, I would have done my own hair, but instead my hair was not curled and pretty flat, and I didn’t even have a comb or hairspray or a curling iron or anything. There were some curling irons in the dressing room, but honestly, the bird girls were all using them (which only seems fair, since they Brought them). I was frustrated and sad.

I asked one of the other ladies who was helping with the hair and make-up if she could help me with the wig, and she started to work on it. I didn’t want to be all prima donna about this, since I am in no ways the star of the show, and honestly, we already have some people who consider themselves more important than everyone else. I didn’t want to be a bother, I just didn’t want to look stupid up on stage, especially when it wasn’t my fault. So, another make-up volunteer took pity on me and did my hair for me. She curled it and ratted the heck out of it so it was quite big! Then she put some yellow flowers in it and made it look positively who-ish. Thanks, Kelly! I made sure to let her know how grateful I was for her help and sorry to add to her already busy work-load.

After the first run through, the make-up lady came up to me in the hall. “We had a pow-wow about your hair, and we think we’re going to scrap the wig idea. Your own hair just looks so good.” Oh, that was a surprise. “Just come in hot rollers tomorrow and we’ll help you style it,” she said, “Oh, and by the way, your make-up is too light and you look washed out on stage.” Oh. Thanks. I should have told her that that’s why they call me “pale Paige”, but I didn’t think she’d appreciate the joke.

So, hopefully tonight we can go through it with no wig/hair drama, and I can scrape up the last bit of energy I have and make it through the rest of this week.

Wish me luck!