I woke up this morning with really big bruises on the back of my legs. One of them takes up half of my thigh! This is
intense. My Mom was like, "Omgosh, what the heck are they doing to you?" But I know exactly how I got them.
Yesterday, I had opera rehearsal from 2-7:30. Granted, I didn't rehearse the entire time (I spent 3 hours assisting the costume designer! More on that in a second) but I had some intense rehearsal time. I blame all my battle wounds on Rossini.
We were doing the trio from
The Barber of Seville for about 45 minutes. It's a very physical scene. The music is fast and the situation is intense so things get pretty crazy pretty fast. (Then again, the entire show is fast and intense and hysterical. I cannot wait to sing this show!) Basically, the three of us are trying to get out of my house so that the Count and I (Rosina) can elope. However, each character has a different opinion on the best method of escape so in the end everyone is pulling on everyone else and I really get whipped around the stage because it's me versus two boys.
There's this one section of the staging that came about by improv on the Count's part, but it worked so well that we kept it. However, it was tricky to make it "work" so we had to run it a few dozen times. In the course of the staging, the Count pushes me up against a thigh-high table. Hence the bruises. I kept saying, "I'm going to have bruises tomorrow." And I was right. But I am not ashamed of my battle scars! Besides, the staging is pretty sexy so it's totally worth all the bruising.
The three hours I spent with the costumer were so much fun. (We're starting on costuming for the big opera,
Die Fledermaus, which we're performing in January.) She is really cool and über-creative. I wrote down measurements as she took them and helped her catalog all the clothes that people brought in. Between appointments, we got to chat and we were talking about the whole clothing-design industry and being an artist and what we want to do with our lives. She really loves what she's doing and I love to meet people who love what they're doing. She has a studio in NYC that I'd LOVE to see. I knew her vaguely because she worked with us on the opera last year. One of the best pro-s of being the scribe was that I got the scoop on the costumes for all the leads in the show. (The entire production presentation -- with sets, costumes, overall concept, etc -- is next week but it was so nice to get a sneak peek yesterday.)
I'm getting really excited for this show. It's supposed to be set in the 1860s but due to budget issues (and my director's innate dislike for "traditional" productions), we're setting the opera in the 1980s. ROCK ON. I was told that the entire first act is a pool-side scene. The lead soprano is going to be in a bathing suit, cover-up, and heels. The tenor is the pool-boy (LOL). When the costumer asked him if he'd wear a Speedo (and nothing but a Speedo, LOL x 1000), he flat-out refused. Then she asked if he'd wear tiny shorts instead, but he refused that, too. He put his hand to his knee and said, "No shorter than this!" He talked about it for the rest of the day and made his Facebook status "Derek will absolutely NOT wear a Speedo on stage. EVER. Final Answer." <3
I was even more excited to hear what my character is going to be like. They've decided to make my character
GLAMROCK. Think David Bowie. Frilly shirt, leather jacket, big boots, crazy hair...YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Apparently the party that I'm throwing is actually a social experiment. All the guests/victims (aka the chorus) are uppity socialites and I'm the "cool" rebel. Cool stuff. I cannot WAIT for January!
I came home so exhausted last night. But it's that great feeling of exhaustion when you're happy and tired and fulfilled. This morning was another story. My severe lack of money forced me to drink instant coffee (that I can get for free at the office I work at). But that's okay. I can settle for instant coffee. In fact, it tastes good just because it's a symbol of what my life will be and I'm happy to take that life because it means that I get to sing opera again tomorrow.