by Jill Knetter on November 30th, 2009
Love is a funny thing.
Have you ever tried defining it? It can’t be done. I believe that is partly because it’s abstract, and partly because love really is a lot of different things. I mean just consider that for a minute. Love means something different to every single person, not just in the general way they would explain it, but also as it applies to the people and things that they love, because there are all different kinds.
I’m making it my goal to find a way to explain love. That’s hard because the only way to do it is by applying it to people and things in my life. Each type of love is as unique as what I apply it to, and so no one can ever completely understand my definition of love. But here goes:
Love is the way I feel about my dad when he calls me just to see what’s up, and when he buys a tub of chocolate marshmallow ice cream to share because it’s our favorite kind. It’s how I feel about my mom, even when we’re arguing and the only thing keeping me from strangling her or walking out is that she’s my mom and I love her. It’s how my heart feels like it’s smiling when I’m just hanging out with my brothers, especially when they’re making fun of me because that’s how they show they like you. It’s knowing that that’s how they show it, and not just thinking they’re jerks (even though I think that sometimes anyway).
Love is the exasperation I feel when Grandma tries to force feed me because she thinks I don’t eat enough. It’s laughing at my uncles’ lame jokes because their sense of humor is so like my dad’s and like Grandpa’s was. It’s texting my teenage cousin and helping her sort through friend and boy issues because I’ve been there and can remember how much it sucked, and because I know it doesn’t get much better as you get older.
Love is how I feel about my best friend because he likes the same nerdy stuff that I do, and we can have conversations that consist almost entirely of Tim and Eric quotes. It’s knowing that 5 minutes after posting a new status on Facebook 3 friends will have “liked” it and 5 more will have commented, and it’s nearly always the same people. It’s waking up stiff from sleeping on the tiny space on my bed that my cats allow me because I don’t have the heart to lock them out of my room. It’s how I feel about my dad’s girlfriend because, even though I know she stresses him out sometimes, she makes him so outrageously happy the rest of the time that the fights don’t matter.
I guess that’s really the closest I can get to explaining it. I didn’t make a list of what I’m thankful for this year, so let this stand in for that. I’m thankful for all of these things, and so many more that would be even harder to describe. And I’m thankful for love, because it is an absolute good, and I think we could do with a little more of it in the world these days.
by Jill Knetter on August 26th, 2009
This past weekend, I got together with Andy, Abe, and Erik for what we called “Bloody Shoot-’Em-Ups Day”. This meant that we were going to hang out and watch movies that fall under the category of bloody shoot-’em-ups. We bounced around a couple titles that could fit that heading, and in the end only watched one that REALLY fit, and another that, though not particularly bloody and with not much shoot, was still really good. Our two movies for the evening: The Boondock Saints and Push.
I’ll start with The Boondock Saints. This film I believe has reached or is close to reaching “cult status”. That’s a real feat, considering it was given a run of 1 week in only 5 theatres in the entire United States. The reasoning behind this is that it came out just following the Columbine shootings, and is particularly violent. It’s following has been almost entirely generated by word-of-mouth from those who bothered to check out the DVD. The story, in a nutshell, is about two brothers who decide that it is their duty to rid the world (or at least Boston, where they live) of evil people – specifically members of the Russian and Italian mafias. They are tailed the entire time by a detective (played by Willem Dafoe) who is trying to figure out who they are, but finds that he believes in what they’re doing. He thinks that vigilante justice is a good thing, and it is mentioned throughout the movie that the citizens of Boston kind of feel the same way. It all goes back to that extremely fine line between doing evil things, and seeing evil things happening and doing nothing to stop them. The movie actually references the case of Kitty Genovese, a woman who was raped and murdered in 1964 outside her home in Queens, where 13 eye-witnesses did NOTHING to save her.
And so I pose this question: How would you feel if you found out this was going on where you lived? I guess thinking about it in the context of Wausau doesn’t quite have the impact that it would if you were in a bigger city with a higher crime rate. But really, give it a thought. As for me, I’m sort of torn…I mean, I think murder is never really ok…but I would have a harder time getting worked up about it in cases like those in the movie. Of course then you have to consider whether it’s right for people to pass this kind of judgment on others – what gives us the right to decide who lives and who dies? But that same question could be applied to murders and serial killers, and their victims are usually innocents. So killing isn’t ok, but if you’re killing a killer…then what? I might never know how I really feel about this.
The other movie we watched was called Push. It’s about people who are born with special abilities. I compare that portion of it to X-Men, but in X-Men everyone pretty much had a unique power, and in push they each fall into one of I think 9 categories. These people are tracked and rounded up by a government group (because there always has to be one) called Division, who is attempting to make weapons out of them by enhancing their abilities with some kind of injection, which actually pretty much kills them. The whole movie focuses on two people who are trying to find a girl who actually survived the injection – the only one to have survived it. She escaped and Division is after her and she somehow holds the key to bringing Division down.
I wasn’t sure about this movie at first. I thought it had potential, but movies about people with super powers are kind of hit-or-miss for me. But I ended up really enjoying it. The plot was much more intricate than I had expected and the special effects were beautiful. It took place in China, which is neat because not a lot of movies do. Overall I’d say that if you’re kind of into that whole unexpected hero / mutant type thing, see it. It’s worth the $2.50 you’d pay to rent it.
Now as I mentioned, each person who had an ability could fall into one of 9 categories: Movers, who are telekinetic; Watchers, who can see the future; Shifters, who can temporarily change the look of objects around them; Sniffs, who can track a person by smelling something they’ve touched; Stitchers, who can heal and un-heal people; Bleeders, who can scream at a frequency that can burst blood vessels and essentially make your brain explode; Shadows, who can protect people from sniffs and cannot be tracked; Pushers, who can make you think anything they want you to; and Wipers, who can erase a person’s memory, either a specified amount or in its entirety.
If you could pick to have the abilities of one of those categories, which would you choose? I don’t think I’d like to be a Watcher – I’m happier not knowing what’s coming. And I think the amount of power yielded by Pushers is a little terrifying, so that’s a no for me as well, although certain aspects of it do appeal to me. No, I think I would be a Mover. Honestly, telekinesis is the only power I think I could really handle. Plus, it would be sweet to just send stuff flying, or not have to get up to get the remote.
So that’s what I think. Now I want to know what YOU think.
by Jill Knetter on August 20th, 2009
Flightless bird…
Hello! It has been quite some time. I’ve decided to return to the blog world of Citizen Wausau, but I have changed the title of the blog to get a bit of a fresh start. I think I’d rather rename this and write again like it’s new rather than try to pick up where I left off before.
I went to the soiree (fancy, right?) tonight at Malarkey’s. I wasn’t there too terribly long, but I got to meet a couple of people whom I knew of primarily because of this site/Andy Laub. It was kind of neat to be able to finally put faces to names. Meeting those people, though, made me remember how much I enjoyed blogging here, and I realized that I missed it and wanted to get back into it a bit. The gathering was really nice, and the main topic was the movie “Teen Wolf”. Of course. Really, though, I used to watch that movie frequently with a friend of mine when we were kids (that movie was made before I was born). I’m not sure how she came to possess it, but we adored it. How it actually came into the conversation tonight, I have no idea. But I do know that every time a new person came over to say hi, after the usual introductions the first question was “So, what are your thoughts on Teen Wolf?” These are my kind of people.
So anyway, I’m back and raring to go. Yay blogging!
Now, after discussing werewolves (albeit fictional, teenage, basketball-playing werewolves played by Michael J. Fox in 1985), I got to thinking, and I want to talk to you about something kind of related. Something that’s important and that I think we all, at some point, are going to have to deal with in our lives.
Zombies.
Yeah, you read that right. Honestly, in some form or another, we have all been forced to deal with zombies. Maybe not directly (like, I’m pretty sure I’ve never had one clinging to me and trying to bite my face), but through medias like film and television and video games, the latter being my favorite place to find them. See, when you watch a zombie movie, you can’t do anything. Sure, you can sit there screaming at the actors all you want, but do they ever listen? No. And it’s ALWAYS common sense things like “Hey don’t go down into the basement to hide, you idiot! There’s NO WAY OUT!” or “Oh, great, you ran up to the third floor, so now what? Gonna jump out the window and kill yourself before they get the chance? Good idea.” Very frustrating.
Then there’s the zombies themselves. Now, I’m not what you’d call “in shape”, unless you mean that I HAVE a shape, because I suppose that’s true. My point is, movie zombies always move so slowly. I mean, really, how hard could it possibly be to escape something that could be outrun by my 103-year-old great-grandmother scooting around in her wheelchair? Maybe there’s something in the sheer numbers they are usually out in, but come on! If you’ve got functioning legs, even if they don’t function all that well, you’ve got more than a fighting chance.
Not to mention that, unless you actually bother them, most zombies are content to just wander aimlessly. Sure, they’ll take a bite out of someone lying in the street, and they’ll swing at you if you shoot them, but how much harm is really in them? If I were in the middle of a zombie uprising and they moved like movie zombies, I’d feel bad about hurting them. I would just leave them to their staggering and drooling and groaning. After all, it can’t be easy having to get up and move around again after being dead for years and years, right?
But video games, now THAT’S where I think zombie involvement is good. Great, even. See, zombie games (well, any games where you can be a little violent, really) are awesome stress-relievers, at least to me. The way I see it, I will get myself in less trouble sitting down for an hour or two to play Left 4 Dead on my Xbox than I would, say, acting on the impulse to punch people in the mouth. I work in customer service – it happens. There’s just something so satisfying about coming home from a long day at work and shooting zombies in the face. And you can feel good about it. These are not the frozen-molasses type zombies. They go from lumbering stereotypically to digging your brain out with a spoon in seconds. These guys want you dead, and they don’t want to leave enough of you behind to be re-animated, if you know what I’m saying. It is true self-defense.
I am not a violent person. But there are few things in life as glorious as watching a computer re-animated corpse get his head blown clear off.
I’m not sure why I put so much thought into this today. I think it was partly the Teen Wolf talk, partly that for a few weeks I played this game daily, and partly because I am always looking for new ways to relieve stress. My favorites so far? Reading, crocheting and video games.
Next on the list: basket weaving. I’ll let you know how that goes.
Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a virtual assault rifle with my name on it.
by Jill Knetter on October 19th, 2008
…and the self-esteem to match.
Not actually accurate at the moment, but an excellent song lyric nonetheless. Speaking of songs, here’s Song of the Week™! I’m sorry to have kept you waiting so long, so I’m giving you something extra-fantastic to listen to. “G.I.N.A.S.F.S.” by Fall Out Boy. You can listen to it here, and I found the lyrics here because Fall Out Boy always has great lyrics (this song is particularly amazing), but Patrick Stump is not always easy to understand at first. Enjoy!
You know what I think that people need? More laughter. I read a study recently that found that, on average, children laugh between 400 and 500 times a day. What about adults? A pitiful 30 times a day. Why is that? Are we so cynical and pessimistic that we can’t find humor anymore? I think that’s part of it. But there must be more to it than that.
I’m one of those people who deals with a tough situation by laughing about it. Sometimes other people see that as insensitivity, but it’s not, it’s just what I’d rather do than cry. That’s a Knetter thing, though. Even earlier this year when my grandma was in the hospital and we weren’t sure if she’d make it, after we shed our tears and lapsed into terrified silence, my grandpa started cracking jokes. It’s just how we deal – everybody has a system.
I saw my older brother for the first time in a few months this weekend. It was wonderful. Nathan is one of the best guys I know. I always call him up when I have a funny story, because no matter what level of humor it is (on a scale of amused smile to hysterics), he always laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. And when he gets going, so do I. The mood he creates around himself is intoxicating. Whenever I need a break from my life, I head down to Wisconsin Rapids to spend a few days with him…it’s like a mini-vacation, and I always feel better when I come back home.
It’s interesting what different people find to laugh at. There are people like me, who will laugh at just about anything (I really mean that – sometimes when I laugh, it doesn’t make sense). Then there are those people who have to be in exactly the right situation and hear or see exactly the right thing, even just to smile. I’m glad I’m not like that. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I didn’t spend so much of my time laughing. Some would call me easily amused, and I guess that’s true. I like to think of it as being able to find even just a scrap of joy in any situation, even a rotten one.
Now that the year is coming to a close, we’re getting to that season that causes the most depression – winter. Partner that with the rough state of our country, and I think we’re gonna need all the laughter we can get. Here’s what I think: everybody ought to try a little harder to find humor in ordinary situations. You’d be amazed at what you come up with, and how you start to see the world! Also, don’t take things so hard. Just try to understand that things are a certain way, and then move on. I can almost guarantee that if we all try just a little, everybody can be a lot happier.
Maybe I’m a little naive. I understand that it’s not always easy to find goodness in every situation. But there’s no reason not to try. Rose-tinted glasses may not always be fashionable, but I’m wearing them anyway. What have I got to lose? Being happy, or at least content, doesn’t have to be difficult. It’s all about perspective.
Hmm…I think I’ve found a new philosophy…
by Jill Knetter on September 23rd, 2008
I wanna get lost in the rock and roll and drift away.
Rock Band 2. It was everything I dreamed it would be and so much more. I don’t know what it was…the amazing song selection, the ability to put them in sets, the character and wardrobe design…but something just made me fall even more in love with this game than I did with the first one. Andy Laub (on guitar), Abe (on bass), Andy Straub (on vocals) and I (on drums) played on Friday night. No, we didn’t play. We jammed, we brought down the house…we rocked. It was epic. And the best part? My character on the game wears wellington boots.
Playing Rock Band 2 got me thinking. I know that at some point everybody and their brother tries to start a band. I never really understood the appeal of it, but I think playing Rock Band kind of explains it for me. After all, who doesn’t want legions of screaming fans, lots of money, and mad skillz? The problem is that learning those instruments (and I mean the real ones) is much more difficult than that. I can play a couple of instruments, and the only one even remotely appropriate for a band is the piano. I can also play the trumpet and the French horn, but who ever heard of a rock band with a brass section? Not to mention that I was never exactly what you’d call “good”.
So, ok, maybe I’ll never be a famous musician. I can live with that, as long as I can sort of pretend to be one through things like Rock Band and Guitar Hero. And maybe some day I’ll get togther some other people who play weird instruments, and maybe we can start a new kind of band and take the world by storm. Or maybe not. But it never hurts to dream.
While we’re on the subject of famous and/or talented musicians, take a look at this video that Ben alerted me to. These kids are incredible, I wish I had half of that talent.
And last, but certainly not least, the Song of the Week™ – a hip-happenin’ rock fest called “Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy” by Fall Out Boy. Check it out here. This was off their first successful album, way back when Patrick Stump (the lead singer) was skinny. He has gained weight over the years, but I’m still kind of in love with him.
If anybody out there plays the oboe, triangle, sousaphone, bass clarinet, or some other unusual instrument, call me. I’ve got an idea for a band…
by Jill Knetter on September 14th, 2008
Feather your bangs!
That was a tribute to Andy Laub…he knows why.
It is Sunday evening, and I find myself relaxing at home alone. This is not something that occurs often, and I am extremely pleased. Not that I don’t love my family, but it’s so quiet and restful here right now.
This last week was very busy for me. I decided not to try out for The Philadelphia Story because I realized that I couldn’t remember what it felt like to have a full night’s sleep anymore. Instead I’m going to be helping out with hair, makeup, and possibly some costuming and odd-jobs for Seussical at DC Everest. I’ve never seen how they put together a show and I’m looking forward to being a part of it.
Friday night we had a Sweeney Todd reunion of sorts at Mickey’s on Grand Ave. Actually it was a lot of WCT folk, some I knew and some I didn’t, but it was a good time. I came to it after sitting at Arby’s for nearly two hours with a couple friends. I haven’t done something like that in a loooong time. It was great. Mickey’s was wonderful, I got to see Andy and Abe and Steve and Erin and I got to meet Peter. I was one of the last people to leave. Saturday I drove into Eau Claire with my cousin Brittney and my friend Maisie to visit some friends who are going to school there. We had a good time, it was neat to be back on a campus (and of course there were good-looking college boys all over the place). Unfortunately we had to leave at 8:00 this morning so that I could be back in time to get to work in Wausau by 10:00.
Tonight I went to the informational meeting for the cast and crews of Seussical and from there I went to the read-through for A Christmas Carol. Let me take this moment to, once again, marvel at how perfectly Larry is able to cast his shows. Eric and Karen Brandt are Mr. and Mrs. Crachit and their daughter Emma plays Martha Crachit. The man playing Scrooge is new to me, but very very talented. We’ve got some old favorites back like Lucas Gajewski as the caroling orphan boy, and the guy who was Jacob Marley last year is reprising his role to general delight – he’s extraordinary. As I meationed last time I posted, I’m playing the wife of Scrooge’s nephew Fred. The role of Fred is being played by D.J. Slater who writes for the Daily Herald. He’s a really nice guy and a very talented actor. This whole cast is going to be great to work with, I can tell already.
I’ve picked the new Song of the Week™. You can hear it and watch the video here – “That’s What You Get” by Paramore. I should mention that a lot of the music I post here (including this week’s song and last week’s song) is brought to my attention by my 14-year-old cousin Brittney, who has amazing taste. Honestly, if she tells me that I’ll like a certain band, I blindly follow and pick up a CD or download some of their stuff because she has yet to be wrong.
So that’s it for now. Good night all!
by Jill Knetter on September 10th, 2008
All I want is to be next to you!
I’ve got a question for all of you, or at the very least those who read my blogs. Can you find a similarity between most of my blog post titles? Not every single one, because I didn’t start doing this right away. If you figure it out, you get 20 Cool Points and my respect!
Now as we all know (or maybe just Andy and I know?), Rock Band 2 will be hitting the shelves next week. This is HUGE. For those of you who know either of us at all, you will know that we are VERY excited about it. Excited enough that we’ve already planned when we’re going to get together and rock out. With Andy on guitar, Abe on bass, and me on drums, we’re unstoppable. I really liked Guitar Hero when it came out. My brothers bought it right away and I fell in love with it. I was never as proficient at it as they were, but I managed. Rock Band, though, was something I could do. The guitar part isn’t as hard as on Guitar Hero (go figure, right?), the drums are amazing, but by far I’m best at vocals. Not that I’m a great singer, but I can hit enough pitches correctly to do alright.
Another upcoming game that I’m pretty excited about is Fable 2. It’s not due out until October, but I can wait that long. I’ve still got to procure an X-Box 360, now that both of my brothers who own one have moved out. I absolutely adored the first game, it was completely unlike anything I’ve played before, mostly because of the choices. Now, some argue that the only REAL choice in any of the situations is that age-old debate of good vs. evil, and really they’re right. But it’s incredible all the ways that these choices affect your character. Everything changes from your appearance to the way that people react to you when you walk past. And the whole design of the game is just beautiful. The only thing that struggled a little was the voice acting…but since when has anybody really cared much about that, right? So Fable 2 is going to have more locations, more missions, and more choices – including whether you want to be a gent or a lady! I cannot wait.
On an unrelated note, I found out that I’ve been cast in the role of Julia in WCT’s production of A Christmas Carol. Julia is the wife of Scrooge’s nephew Fred. I’m very excited about it – it was a great show last year. Tomorrow night I’m auditioning for Philadelphia Story (instead of tonight so I can try out with the Brandts). I’m a little nervous, but as I’m not really expecting to get in, I’m not overly worried. Besides, if I don’t get in, I can help out with makeup for Seussical at DC Everest, which would be pretty amusing.
That’s what’s up, biotches. Have a great week 
by Jill Knetter on September 7th, 2008
Rest now forever…
Before I get down to the real content of this post, let me apologize for my absence these last few…weeks, or maybe months. I’ve been outrageously busy between work and Sweeney Todd, and until today have only really stopped home to sleep. That said, on with the update.
Today we closed Sweeney Todd. After all the complaining I did in the post that directly precedes this one, I just want to say what an amazing show and experience it ended up being. I thoroughly enjoyed the company of most of the cast members (there are always some exceptions), and I think we did something wonderful together. The show got a great response, we had great audiences, and I’m proud of the work we did. I made some new friends and strengthened a lot of old bonds. As always, I’m glad I was a part of this show.
Now I want to bring something sad to your attention. As of today, The Summer of Andy and Jill™ has come to an end. Yes, friends, it is the end of an era. Since May I do not think I’ve gone longer than two days at a time without seeing Andy Laub. It’s going to take some getting used to to go back to only seeing him on weekends and randomly around Wausau. But it was a great summer while it lasted.
So what now? Well, tomorrow night I’m auditioning for A Christmas Carol and on Wednesday or Thursday I’m auditioning for The Philadelphia Story, both at WCT. I know, again I could be jumping in without a break, but I love being involved in this stuff. A lot of people don’t realize that rehearsal is my down time. When I don’t have it, I’m bored and sad. Besides, the chance of me getting into PS is pretty slim, as the cast isn’t huge and there’s really only one part that I’m anywhere near suited to. But it never hurts to try, n’est-ce pas? So if I don’t get into PS but I get into Christmas Carol, I’ve got a two month break, which would not be unwelcome. Basically what I’m saying is I’d be alright either way.
One final thing: a song. Yes, I have another Song of the Week™ for you and will once again be attempting to keep up with that. So here it is – “Thunder” by Boys Like Girls. Enjoy!
Good night, good night, my someone…
by Jill Knetter on July 29th, 2008
Sweeney Todd rehearsals have been in full swing for a little over a week now. As you could probably gather from my past posts, rehearsal for whatever show I’m in is my favorite place to be. I get to see old friends and do something I love. Perks specific to this show include quoting Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! with Andy, sassing Erik (who really is awesome, for the record), hanging out with Michelle and Mary (my fellow Beadle’s Bitches) and having Eric Brandt as my stage husband. As it was pointed out to me, that’s a little creepy considering that he’s old enough to be my dad…but this show is really creepy, so it kind of works. Overall, I am having a lot of fun with this show and all of it’s creepy wonder and complicated music.
Now I will tell you something I’m NOT enjoying about this show. You see, about half of the cast is composed of high schoolers. This would be fine, and as a former WCT high schooler myself I certainly advocate it, but it’s only ok when you have high schoolers who know how to behave at rehearsal. Now to be fair, we do have some. The Edgar kids are generally alright, although this time around they seem to think that writing down their blocking is somehow beneath them. And there are some of my favorites from Wausau like Steve and Lucas. But rehearsal starts to seem less fun when Larry and Erik have to spend a large amount of time telling the kids to be quiet. Honestly, every time we stop singing (and sometimes while we still are) or end a scene apparently that is cue for everyone to stop paying attention. Prime example: last night we learned a very short minuet for a flashback-type part of the show. Then we were shown a certain step to use to circle the stage. We tried it once, and then everyone started talking again. The choreographers changed the step and showed it to us and we tried again. Eric and I, along with about 3 couples next to us did the new step. The rest of them hadn’t been paying any attention at all and just repeated what we were told not to do.
I am generally a patient person. I give people a million and one chances before I will finally say something. As an actress in this show, crowd control is not my job. But I feel like it is the hugest disrespect to Larry, Erik, and Jeff and Missy that these kids simply will not listen. If you are asked to be quiet once during a rehearsal, that should be the only time it happens all night. In a cast that actually cares, that should be the only time in a week or maybe even ever. But no, at least five or six times a night I hear “Everybody be quiet!” “When we end a song you should not be talking!” “Please don’t talk when other people are singing!” “Did you guys get that? No, you were talking!”. Anyone who knows me knows that if I think you’re talking too much, that’s bad. I talk more than anybody I know.
It just gets old, that’s all I’m saying.
by Jill Knetter on July 22nd, 2008
Last night I attended my first actual Sweeney Todd rehearsal. It was full cast and we ran music for the show. In all the time I’ve spent listening to various versions of the soundtrack I never realized how complicated some of the songs were. The casts always made it sound so easy and wonderful. Not that the music is bad – on the contrary, it’s quite amazing – but it’s difficult. I think, though, so long as everybody works hard, it’ll all come together and we’ll have a wonderful show.
In addition to numbers involving the chorus, we went through a lot of the solos and duets as well. I said it last night and I’ll say it again – Andy Laub never ceases to impress me with how talented he is. I mean, I’ve always known that he was good, but he just keeps on demonstrating how wonderful he really is. Mike (whose last name I will not attempt because I know better than to think I could spell it), who plays Judge Turpin, was fantastic last night. Maybe timing isn’t completely his thing yet, but we could not have asked for a more enthusiastic performer.
This is the first time I’ve ever worked with Erik Olsen. He’s the musical director and he’s great. He knows his stuff, he’s organized, and he’s got a great sense of humor. Another winning quality is that he good-naturedly takes all of my smart-ass remarks and believe me, there are many. Actually last night he rescued my bag of Cheetos from that piece of crap snack machine they have at WCT, so I owed him a sass-free rehearsal. It lasted a whole 10 minutes.
Really though, I’m already in love with this show and with the rehearsals for it. I can’t wait to go back tonight and try to work through the music and get to know more of my castmates. Then tomorrow we start blocking, which is always fun.
It’s going to be a good 8 weeks.
