Sooo first week of classes. I was fortunate enough to have a spare afternoon with my soloist, Desiree on Monday. We met, discussed Ophelia. I walked her through the piece, we watched some clips, I played the music and we even had time to start some choreography which I hadn't planned to do until the weekend. So, I thought I would actually be ahead of schedule. Boy, was I wrong. On Wednesday I had my first ensemble rehearsal of the semester with my other dancers and we review my drug addiction piece which went well and then we began setting choreography to a new piece of music which they weren't too happy about. I left rehearsal in a horrible mood and then had to go to the second half of Leader of the Pack rehearsals. Don't EVEN get me started on that show. I love the dancing, honestly. The singing is great but the rehearsal process is absolutely ridiculous. Maybe I'm just used to working with Tim Brown but this is really unorganized and useless. Most evenings the dancers don't get to do much and it just seems like we shouldn't be called in every night, but again, this guy is no Tim Brown.
The rest of the week went okay until Sunday. Sunday I was supposed to have another Ophelia rehearsal but finally getting to put the soloist w/ the ensemble. We were also supposed to have a costume fitting so I had to take three trips from my house to the car to load everything in and half way on my drive to school I get three phone calls. Half of my dancers were suddenly hit with this awful virus and could absolutely not dance. I pulled over to the side of the road, cursed a little bit....okay so I cursed a lot and very calmly had to get back on the phone and call the 3 remaining healthy dancers and tell them not to come. So, I turned around, unloaded the car and realized that since I wasn't having rehearsal that I now had to go to Leader of the Pack which was rehearsing during the time I'd be doing Ophelia. Fun.
This week wasn't so bad until Wednesday. We were hit with a lovely mixture of snow, slush, sleet, and freezing rain. Oh, joy. And so the school closed and I was once again, not able to have my rehearsal. Sooooo tomorrow I will be meeting w/ my soloist for a LONG LONG LONG time to catch up from all the work that we were supposed to do last Sunday and hopefully I can catch the ensemble up in the next week....but I'm not getting my hopes up.
It just seems like a good thing happens and then a bad thing has to happen right after it. It makes my week kinda of wishy-washy and I hate it. It confuses me and I don't know what to think about it all. I wonder if I am being tested, to see just how much stress and crap I can handle at once because heaven knows that very soon my schedule will be even busier and even more stressful and I almost feel like this is setting me up for that. I'm trying very hard to hold it all together and put on a good face but really I just want to hide away in my room and come out in a week when the world has decided to be nice to me.
Not only that, but I wish my boyfriend was a little more understanding. He knows I'm very busy but I don't think he realizes just how stressed I am and its only the second week of classes. I NEVER get to see him during the week and on the weekends I just want to be with him. I'm sorry but I'm tired and I typically can only get work done on the weekends so all I want to do is sleep in, be with him, and do as much work as I can and he wants to go to parties or go to Griffo's house. Don't even get me started on this Griffo kid. I don't mind the guy but honestly, he sees him every day in class, he works with the guy, and now he wants to go to his house tomorrow night? I'm sorry but the weekend is OUR time not our time with Griffo. If he wants to see Griffo that much then maybe he should be in a relationship with him. I'm not bitter at all.
I'm very tired and very stressed and I wish he'd open his eyes and see that I just want to be with him and not have to do ANYTHING.
It will get better....
It has to get better...
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