AAAAAAAnd..... 20!

I have met a certain goal and I'm all the better for it.

Despite having no time over the last month because of constant rehearsals for 3 Sisters until each rehearsal was a cup of my blood drained... Oh lord... Would you look at that. I've quoted the play (sort of. More of a reference, really). Quite unintentionally, I promise, but that gives me something to actually type, other than "Hallelujah! Freedom! Freeeedoooooom!"

The unintentional quoting is one of the major downsides to working on a play. Even though I wasn't actually IN the play, and I didn't HAVE to learn lines... I did learn those lines. It's funny the way time does pass. Here we are. One year later. And the anniversaries. Irina's birthday and the day of father's death. Which now will always be linked.

See? I could keep going. Ooooooh yes. I could keep going.

God, I'm going to miss the theater. This was my last theater class. I'm done with my minor. And it saddens me. Very much so. At least I will have the memories... and this photograph.

See Chris Domanski's set design? The man's a genius, and every play I've been to see where he did the set design has been visually astounding. Too bad you couldn't see all the neat lighting effects, because Angela's a genius too. And another genius, Kate, she did the costuming.

These wonderful, artistic people... God, I'm going to miss these wonderful, artistic people.

But! C'est la vie!

Ich habe rasende Kopfschmerzen!

Honestly. I do indeed have a splitting headache. I think I should go home and go to bed.

But first I shall discuss the Kaleidoscope dancers.

My God, I envy the talent of those dancers. How they can all move in the exact same moment, perfectly in sync with the choreography. I did feel rather disappointed that no one decided to do "Thriller" but I understand that they have to make up their own dances - which I don't understand.

"Thriller" made sense, oddly enough. Come on. Zombie monster things. What's not to get? The meaning is entirely obvious. A dance to "Dead and Gone," however... I turn my head to the west! I turn my head to the east! (This is a good point to say that I also envy the talent of the stage manager. His call sheet was quite clever and efficient. I think I shall do the exact same format, if I ever have to call a dance show.) No, the tune is catchy and the rhythms of the dancers are fun, but the meaning? What on earth. They're each wearing white hoodies underneath black jackets, and they're dancing their hearts out. Then, one by one, they stop dancing and walk forward to the edge of the stage. They kneel at a row of little lamps, they pick one up, and they turn it off as they flip up the hood of their hoodie and turn away from the audience. Then they end up standing silent and immobile upstage, behind the other dancers, who are still grooving away. Apparently, according to the choreographer, they begin at a funeral, and they die off one by one. (Of natural causes, sadly. No zombies here.)

At least for that one I was able to overhear the meaning. During all the other dances, although I enjoyed the actual dancing, thinking about what it might mean, I just sat there going, "Whaaaaa?"

I take that back. One song I understood, because they acted out a little story to the music. It was adorable. A little redneck, in all honesty, but adorable. A girl is dancing on stage alone, reading a book. Then two of her friends (or sisters, I'm not sure) come onstage and they dance with her. Then she picks up a suitcase and leaves. It isn't sad, though, because then she meets a guy during a really cute country tune. They get themselves hitched, all right, an' have them some young'ns. Beg pardon, no offense. You'd understand had you heard the music. So twangy and fun. And the choreography was very well done. At one point the girl had to shake her finger, quickly, in an instant, you hardly notice it. Yet she shook it exactly the same way all three times they ran through it.

Very talented, these people. The envy is palpable.