Oh my god. This musical, Working, is a giant hot fucking mess.
Our set has broken. People are forgetting to use the brakes on our platforms. I stepped onto the housewife platform and it slid like halfway across stage.
Nobody knows the words to Delivery. I am guilty. Nobody knows the lyrics to the last half of Something to Point To. I am also guilty… but it’s getting better! People can’t keep rhythm with the band. People still don’t know their lines. THIS SHOW IS STRESSING ME OUT THESE WORDS SHOULD NOT BE THAT HARD. Honestly, in my opinion, the song Delivery should be taken out of the entire musical. I hate it and it’s stupid and yeah. Maybe I would like it if we could sing it correctly. NOPE.
Also, I had to turn down a date! Why? “I can’t, I have rehearsal.”
So there’s that.
This show opens on Thursday, and if we can’t get our shit together by tomorrow night… the opening night will be quite interesting. Oh my gooooodneeeessss I literally cannot even. Tech week is kicking my ass.