So it was officially the first week of classes— I was excited simply because I got to connect with my cast and just talk to them and see their faces. It will be a good year with them.
Planning has begun, 12 planned rehearsals for this semester, which means a ton of work needs to happen. A ton. And really quickly. 7 planned for next semester and then the performance in the 8th week of the year.
Things that are taking place as of right now:
Cast party/meeting tonight with all 13, here is who I have committed at this point:
Sarah Osterhus, Lindsey Carson, Melissa Wenhold, Libby Kroegre, Java Ingram, Anna Gilbert, Emily Roy, Evelyn Bennett, Amanda Bravo, Lillian Brace, Donavan Davis, Hudson Frisby, and Spencer Lee.
I may add one more guy, but I’m still thinking about it.
I also got permission from Ryan Lott, the composer of the music in the previous movie clip from rehearsal. Thanks Ryan!
So far it looks like I am using music from Rachael’s, Mum, The Gorillaz, Radiohead, and Ryan Lott. Good line up if I do say so myself.
Things for this week, start editing my music, meet with my advisors, work on my proposal, and continue to read my books.
Here is a selection from one of my readings that will be included in one of the sections:
“Brad doesn’t want people to know.”
“Because he’s scared.”
“Because he is…wait… are you stoned?”
“They said I was downstairs. Sam is making me a milkshake.”
Patrick tried to keep from laughing.
“Listen, Charlie. Brad doesn’t want people to know. I need you to promise that you won’t tell anyone. This will be our little secret. Okay?”
With that, Patrick turned around and went back into the room. I heard some muffled voices, and Brad seemed upset, but i didn’t think it was any of my business, so I went back to the kitchen. I have to say that it was the best milkshake i ever had in my life. It was so delicious, it almost scared me. Before we left the party, Sam played me a few of her favorite songs. One was called “Blackbird.” The other was called “MLK.” They were both very beautiful. I mentioned the titles because thy were as great when I listened to them sober. Another interesting thing happened at the part before we left. Patrick came downstairs. I guess Brad had left. And Patrick smiled. And Bob started to make fun of him for having a crush on the quarterback. And Patrick smiled more. I don’t think I ever saw Patrick smiled so much. Then, Patrick pointed at me, and said something to Bob.
“He’s something, isn’t he?”
Bob nodded his head. Patrick then said something I don’t think I will ever forget.
“He’s a wallflower.”
And Bob really nodded his head. And the whole room nodded their head. And I started to feel nervous in the Bob way, but Patrick didn’t let me get too nervous. He sat down next to me.
“You see things. You keep quiet. And you understand.”
pages 36-37 in The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky.
Food for thought, great inspiration, so incredible to interpret in movement. Thanks for reading. Thanks for existing.