Okay, so I put the laughs ridiculously thing in there, because I want you to know I’m definitely okay. And I’m definitely laughing about it all.
BUT. It feels like I ran a freaking 17-mile race.
So, we had a pretty fast rehearsal process. (After all, it’s just a little festival, and an Equity showcase and everything.)
And that means that in order to try to get everything right, the lead guy (Eric) and I ended up rehearsing for like 7 or 8 hours on Wednesday.
Now, that’s not so weird. That’s just like a normal workday. But imagine multiple hours of that is going over and over your fight choreography and your rape choreography and all this stuff, really trying to smooth it out and get it right.
I fell to the ground like a billion times. (I’m hyperbolizing, but a lot.)
And it’s all done safely. (We’re under Equity rules and everything.)
But it’s just a really physical show – like, almost a surprising amount of physicality for a 13-minute show.
And we did so much that I was barely moving today. Every time I had to get up or sit down, I was like “ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.” It was tough.
Eric and I texted a little, and he was basically out of commission too.
I don’t know how we’re gonna do 100 minutes of this on Broadway every night someday. But, by golly, we will!
In the meantime though, I’m gonna sit in bed aaaaaaall day before the performance and just chill out.
ow. ow. ow. [*busts out in laughter at the ridiculousness of being near-marathon-level-exhausted from this mini-musical*. Aye aye aye. Ah, the art of *dramatic flourish* acting.]