Did I mention that I'm going to be going to Philly at the end of this month to step into a children's show they're already running? Yeah. For the first time since, seriously, like, 1983, I'm back in the world of children's theater.
God help me.
I'll be stepping into the roll of "Jack" in The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales. I think I took the gig because I have a hard time saying no to my friends at the Arden, and I've been a little crazily desperate to get back on stage. It's been over seven months since I've trod the boards, and I was beginning to go stir crazy.
Thankfully, the folks at the The Velvet Prison™, in which I've been toiling, are being very cool about letting me take off for the two-week gig.
The idea of jumping into a show that's already running is kinda new to me. It puts me in mind of poor Bobby Zinsmeister having to step into Henry when I did it last summer.
Maybe if I had more of a career, this would be old hat to me. I'm sure the old-time pros have to do it all the time. I mean, people leave Broadway shows all the time, right?
So, anyway.
That doesn't mean I'm pooping my pants any less, lemme tell you. The script for Stinky is only 37 pages long, but I'm in practically all of them, and don't stop talking. Or moving. Or doing physical comedy. No, really. I get boinked by more stuff -- styrofoam letters, fake punches, crazy fowl -- than a cheap Shanghai hooker trying to dodge the Seventh Fleet.
And to make things more scary,HN Fozzie keeps threatening to come to Philly to see me do it.
I suppose I shouldn't really care -- it's nice that he wants to see me onstage, and is willing to go all the way to Philadelphia to do it, right? -- but the idea of him seeing me do childrens' theater somehow depresses me. It's like, "this is what it's come to. I dreamed of playing Hamlet."
Foolish me.
Maybe I'll wait 'til I've survived the first week and determine that I don't actually suck or look like I'm desperately trying to keep up with everyone on stage before inviting him.
I'll decide later.
God help me.
I'll be stepping into the roll of "Jack" in The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales. I think I took the gig because I have a hard time saying no to my friends at the Arden, and I've been a little crazily desperate to get back on stage. It's been over seven months since I've trod the boards, and I was beginning to go stir crazy.
Thankfully, the folks at the The Velvet Prison™, in which I've been toiling, are being very cool about letting me take off for the two-week gig.
The idea of jumping into a show that's already running is kinda new to me. It puts me in mind of poor Bobby Zinsmeister having to step into Henry when I did it last summer.
Maybe if I had more of a career, this would be old hat to me. I'm sure the old-time pros have to do it all the time. I mean, people leave Broadway shows all the time, right?
So, anyway.
That doesn't mean I'm pooping my pants any less, lemme tell you. The script for Stinky is only 37 pages long, but I'm in practically all of them, and don't stop talking. Or moving. Or doing physical comedy. No, really. I get boinked by more stuff -- styrofoam letters, fake punches, crazy fowl -- than a cheap Shanghai hooker trying to dodge the Seventh Fleet.
And to make things more scary,
I suppose I shouldn't really care -- it's nice that he wants to see me onstage, and is willing to go all the way to Philadelphia to do it, right? -- but the idea of him seeing me do childrens' theater somehow depresses me. It's like, "this is what it's come to. I dreamed of playing Hamlet."
Foolish me.
Maybe I'll wait 'til I've survived the first week and determine that I don't actually suck or look like I'm desperately trying to keep up with everyone on stage before inviting him.
I'll decide later.
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