jaysaint Getting it all down on paper…

Last night I made the trek deep into the wilds of Queens to see a mob of 13-year-old kids do their thing Annie-style. They were absolutely terrible and charming, it was worth the trip. I even got to see some DRAMA. One girl seems to have worked her pretty/moody persona hard enough that she’s made a few enemies. So apparently (I learned later from Damon) one of the other girls hid her mic and she had to go sing her four lines without. What I did see was her come onto stage, start singing, panic a bit, forget her lines, whisper the rest and dash. Because I was house right I saw her walk back through the door to get backstage. It was actually hard to miss because she flung it open so hard it banged against the wall. That also left it open long enough for me to watch her fling her shoes down the hall in a fury. It seems she stormed out right after that. So exciting.

I was then punished for enjoying that by being forced to go to dinner with the teachers and, oh, the entire cast. Hitting a diner with 40 fresh adolescents is not my idea of even a tolerable time.

Now I’m watching Wild, Wild West which I think is going to be just awful, despite having Will Smith, Kenneth Branagh and Kevin Kline in starring roles.

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On the nightstand: The Thief of Always by Clive Barker
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