Mags and my scene from Waiting for Godot went swimingly. I had the most fun rehearsing it and working on it in class that I've had working on any of my scenes during my playhouse tenure. I wish we had pictures, because we looked fucking fantastic. Well, we did at the beginning. By the end of the thing, I was so sweat-soaked and narsty that I don't think I could have looked at myself in the mirror. Not to mention that the both of us were covered in black glitter. What kind of a costume shop doesn't sell plain old black bowlers? We were left with two options, black or silver plastic glittery bowlers. We chose black. In retrospect, given Pinter's allusion to "One...singular sensation", we should have just gone balls out and gotten the silver ones.
I think there are several reasons that I felt so at ease in this scene. First, I was working with my closest friend at the playhouse, and someone with whom I share a very very similar artistic aesthetic. Second, I was working on material that leaves much much much more up to the actors' imaginations that a normal playhouse scene would. Third, I wasn't doing realism, I was doing something that (based on my "artistic upbringing") is more familar to me. I feel much more at home in the Theatre of the Absurd than I do almost anywhere else.
So, absurdism. It makes me happy. The scene was a blast. We're going to figure out a way to do the whole show. We're going to beg Pinter to direct it, and hope against hope that he'll say yes. We're going to put some interesting work out into the world between the two of us, that's for damn sure. For now, it's time to start on a new scene. I'm bringing it full circle with Hugh, my very first scene partner, and taking it back to the reason I ended up here in the first place, Mr. Tennesee Williams. That's right folks, Laura and Hugh become Maggie and Brick, before your very eyes. Wish us luck.
Things on the boy front have settled a bit. By which I mean, I've calmed the fuck down a bit. My hostility and refusal to speak to/smile at/make eye contact with him tuesday and wednesday was whole-heartedly unappreciated. It amazes me how much things like that affect him. I've noticed it all year. It's as though all I have to do is say to myself "Ignore the boy today", and he immediately senses something is wrong and is all over me to fix it. This time, being a bigger problem, resulted in a bigger conversation, and ultimately in me letting him have it more than I ever have. And he took it. Because I was right. I was awakened last night, about an hour into sleep, by a very sweet, heartfelt and apologetic phonecall from him. A brief but intimate conversation today ended with:
Me - "Are we ok?"
Him - "Yeah. Well...no, not yet. But we will be."
Me - "You promise?"
Him - "We're going to be fine. I promise."
I'm going to figure out this whole "visualization" thing, retain my faith in what I know is right, keep lighting candles and thinking positively, and before we know it, everything should be trucking right along.
"Every night I read this novel about you
Holding roses in the pouring rain
But the ending's tore up, trying to hail a cab
Think no one can read you, but I can"
