My brother announced yesterday that I’d spent quite enough time sitting inside, thank you, and it was high time I get myself out of my chair and do something. His proposal was a meal at our favorite Indian place tied with some early evening entertainment shopping.
The weather cooperated. Everything cooperated, from the moment we left the house. Got to the metro station with the train pulling up in 1 minute. Headed downtown, missed the afternoon shoppers because we were a bit late and there were zero evening shoppers out. It was almost as if we had the city to ourselves.
Hit the used DVD shop first, before they closed. The two of us went thru every rack, pulling thru the DVDs, looking for anything that might entertain us. When you pay full price, you’ve got to pick and choose what you want. But when everything falls within the fifty cent to 2 euro price range, you can take some chances. Yep, that looks entertaining enough to spend a euro on. Get it.
Off to dinner: the owner/chef knows us by sight, so we walked in to a loud and warm welcome. We ordered our favorites, eating our fill and getting the remainder wrapped up to take home (the food is ALWAYS too good to leave any scrap behind). Kicked back with cups of chai tea and chatted with the owner after eating.
Headed over to Pluto for a smoke; too early for TrefPunt to be open. Again, luck was with us. Pluto’s a small place and one of the most popular coffeeshops in Rotterdam because it’s decorated and plays cool music. In fact, Pluto is one of two ‘Amsterdam-like’ coffeeshops, by which I mean tourist coffeeshops, in Rotterdam. Most places here are bare roomed nothings, you just walk in, buy your smoke, and leave. This is Rotterdam, bitches: we don’t play to tourists like Amsterdam. But Pluto (and The Reef) are two exceptions. Decorated, dimmed lighting, good music, the full monty. I don’t go into them often because you have to buy their smoke and a beverage from them before using their smoking rooms and they’re always overpriced. And since there’s only 2 tourist smoking places in Rotterdam, they tend to be full almost all the time. Last night we walked in and found a free table for the two of us. Just hung by the window, watching people walk by as we toked. It was very relaxing.
Off to MediaMarkt to look at the bargain racks. Again, take chances with some stuff. I always figure just about anything is worth 2 euro to me. One view pays for itself. If I watch it twice, I’ve more than used the money I spent on it. Picked up a few more deep discount DVDs.
Home. I’d barely changed into my jammies for the eve and put my new slippers on when my phone went nuts. Eleven messages before I could open it up. F, the actor in act 3 playing Ted, is out. He’s from Ireland and can no longer stay in Rotterdam (I suspect it’s because he hasn’t found a job). Well. That explained his poor performances in rehearsals; he was distracted. Wish he would have mentioned this months ago. Not sure why he was so eager to sign up with us when his own situation was so precarious.
Our Board chat on FB went nuts, too. Everyone chiming in: this is the end. Boom. Current plans are to call a meeting with the actors left and see who’s into trying to do something else this year. It’s got to be an all-female cast; we’ve lost all the men. And we’ve still got to find a script to do. It’s possible. Just like doing my stuff was possible. But I’m not holding my breath.
So the newsletter is gutted. I’ve no idea how to fill the 2 pages I was going to use for cast interviews. I’m not working on it for now. Hoping to have something positive to add before I have to release it saying: we’re not doing the trilogy, everyone was a total shit hole, forget about us for a year while we work out who’s an ass and who isn’t.
My bro and I discussed taking the trilogy to podcast form. What we would need to do for it. T’s on board so much he’ll even pay for some sound-proofed room time to get good recordings. Definitely want to use some of the theatre people. They’ve put the time in and really have a good handle on the story. Some of them. Seeing as I’m director of any podcast project, M won’t be playing Val because she sucked shit. Everything coming out of her mouth had an upward inflection like a question. I pointed that out to her, saying Val was more self assured and she’d make more statements. But M never really got it. She’s in D’s camp: I’m a controlling bitch for asking the actors to play the roles the way I wrote them. Same with G; I won’t put up with her shit. I’ll find someone else, or do an accent and cut my voice oddly so it doesn’t sound like me. My way, or the highway.
Tomorrow I see my shrink. Lots to tell him. T keeps coming out from his room and saying stuff like: Don’t forget to tell him about your headaches, or Remember to mention that to your doc. I’ve gone crazy, Dr T. Do something about it.
Lots of nothing on my plate. Might go out and search scripts for all female casts just to see what’s available. But even that may be a waste of my time. We’d have to push performance dates back if we start on a new script, and not everyone committed to our first dates. We may only have three people willing to do anything.
One thing I’ve learned: L is a driving force in this group. She’s on top of messages, venues, coordination. I’ve learned to appreciate her skills on many levels. And her kindness to me. And if it ends up just the two of us willing to do something this year, we can. We’ll find something. The two of us could learn our lines and be ready to perform something new within 2 months.
Waiting for the director to send out the final word. The production is dead. Dead, and gone. The death knell tolled.