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A bastion of amiable tranquillity has been instilled in my soul by some kindly-disposed force this week. Love for the world and its myriad superbities keeps spilling over in my psyche and I just have to pour it off and give someone a hug or a massage.
After a Sondheim coaching that seemed more like a conspiratorially amused toleration of the vagaries of the voice department (by both my scene partner and the coach), I went to find Bryan in the library. I'd never been to the second floor study section. That place has a view! And Bryan, whom I startled by walking up to in my customary unconsciously sneaky manner. We walked, rhapsodizing about the perfection of the weather, to my house, whence mama took us to the Vietnamese sandwich shop of fame and glory. We now have multitudinous leftovers (for $8 total).
In the first move through a planned itinerary of video-records of Swift House denizens' life in his absence, I showed Bryan the first scene of the JCS DVD and he asked whether I was in love with Joodles, to which I responded "No; I love him, but he's a 4-month-old puppy." He understood once I showed him the argument over Mary, and made typically theoretical and abstract propositions of what he'd have done if he'd music-directed (he had to admit Charlie was a rock star). I then moved to the Total Eclipse video, which he properly appreciated.
I got goodwill all over the first Elixir Sitzprobe; I gave Meghan a hug, fixed Jamie's headache, and smiled beatifically at the maestro on chorus cues. It was long and I hadn't brought a book (Zach was doing sudoku next to me, and Jamie was learning recital rep on the other side of me), but it was not irksome in the way that three hours of bel canto might usually scrape my musical sensibilities raw. I just sat there basking in the glory of everyone's accomplishments.
And then I ran a fairly productive character/music rehearsal at Jones. So often in music rehearsals I'm subconsciously waiting for someone to call me out on my music-major shammery and declare my abstruse and mystical voice-major metaphors and advice to be irrelevant to their experience, but I seemed, even to myself, to know what I was talking about tonight and be helpful to the rehearsal process. And then Stephan took us out for celebratory blintzes and a State of the Production discussion, old-school JCS style.
Arriving at work, Evan's in his distractingly bright pink shirt asking me solicitously what my big spring break plans are, there is cookie dough on the copy desk, Bryan said he might stop by, and Alan, who caught me right before Hair rehearsal, is planning to call after his cocktail meet-and-greet gig. The world is pleased to content me.
After a Sondheim coaching that seemed more like a conspiratorially amused toleration of the vagaries of the voice department (by both my scene partner and the coach), I went to find Bryan in the library. I'd never been to the second floor study section. That place has a view! And Bryan, whom I startled by walking up to in my customary unconsciously sneaky manner. We walked, rhapsodizing about the perfection of the weather, to my house, whence mama took us to the Vietnamese sandwich shop of fame and glory. We now have multitudinous leftovers (for $8 total).
In the first move through a planned itinerary of video-records of Swift House denizens' life in his absence, I showed Bryan the first scene of the JCS DVD and he asked whether I was in love with Joodles, to which I responded "No; I love him, but he's a 4-month-old puppy." He understood once I showed him the argument over Mary, and made typically theoretical and abstract propositions of what he'd have done if he'd music-directed (he had to admit Charlie was a rock star). I then moved to the Total Eclipse video, which he properly appreciated.
I got goodwill all over the first Elixir Sitzprobe; I gave Meghan a hug, fixed Jamie's headache, and smiled beatifically at the maestro on chorus cues. It was long and I hadn't brought a book (Zach was doing sudoku next to me, and Jamie was learning recital rep on the other side of me), but it was not irksome in the way that three hours of bel canto might usually scrape my musical sensibilities raw. I just sat there basking in the glory of everyone's accomplishments.
And then I ran a fairly productive character/music rehearsal at Jones. So often in music rehearsals I'm subconsciously waiting for someone to call me out on my music-major shammery and declare my abstruse and mystical voice-major metaphors and advice to be irrelevant to their experience, but I seemed, even to myself, to know what I was talking about tonight and be helpful to the rehearsal process. And then Stephan took us out for celebratory blintzes and a State of the Production discussion, old-school JCS style.
Arriving at work, Evan's in his distractingly bright pink shirt asking me solicitously what my big spring break plans are, there is cookie dough on the copy desk, Bryan said he might stop by, and Alan, who caught me right before Hair rehearsal, is planning to call after his cocktail meet-and-greet gig. The world is pleased to content me.