We did it, we really did. We made it to regionals.
I'm in a mere matter of weeks, we cast, directed and polished Simon Grant's "The Prizefighter." We stayed at the school late at night, sometimes never seeing the sun. We at lunch and dinner there and practically lived in that auditorium. Some of our marks fell and sometimes teachers didn't like this devotion. But we remained. There were no quitters among us. We endured. But most importantly, we changed. Throughout the hardships and the rehearsals, the cast and crew of the Prizefighter was so devoted to their craft that they blocked out all else. We became tight, but we developed.
I remember the first read through. Everyone was really nervous and some of us couldn't even read our lines correctly. Molly shouted out all of the stage directions in her usual loud voice. As the read through ended and we hurried home to create our prompt books, I'll admit I was intimidated. What had I signed up for?
But everyone did change. The voices during the read through developed over time as we practiced throughout the long nights, some that seemed like they'd never end. Remember the fear that hit everyone when Fletcher arrived? Or the shouting run in the hallway? Or just Blair being creepy and spying on underaged girls? Good times and lots of memories and cats. Kitty cats. Meow.
Actors and people. You guys are the fucking best sauce in the whole fucking world. It was a joy to work with you guys and you're all so talented. Plus, it does take some talent to listen to a fat Asian for a bit when Mike wasn't hollering at you. When you guys performed on Friday, I was completely blown away. It was tight and I can say honestly that I felt like I was watching something completely different from two, no even one week ago. You guys are awesome. I'd bake you all cookies, but I already did that. :D
Crew. I still don't understand tech, which is probably a bad thing at this point. But from what I saw and heard you guys were efficient and made of YAY. When I first saw those gloves, I was made of happy. And when I saw the fight, I was made of more happy. Happy all around. No wonder you guys were so awesome. The Award says everything I can't. Hurrah!
And finally Mike. Mentor-man. Being your suck up was pretty fun, I'll admit. Do you recall the hours we spent after Drama Club talking about if I somehow ended up directing something? How bizarre that it turned out this way. I don't want to sound mushy, but you've taught me so much and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your schedule and your immaculate writing still terrify me though.
I was nervous throughout all of Friday, but when we raised out "champagne" shots in the air...there seemed to be a sense of unity. We were together in this and regardless if we made regionals or not, we were going to put on a damn fine show. We'd go down fighting. Then I walked back and sat down in the house. The play started and you guys rocked the house.
How do I know this? Someone who's been doubting the play this entire time turned to me after the first scene and said that it was awesome. You guys all blow my mind (I wonder if I can put a 'That's what she said there?')
I thank you all for this. You're all fucking fantastic.
But this isn't the end. It's only the end of act one. We still have more rehearsals to go through, now don't we?
I'm looking forward to seeing this through.
Kelsey, you still owe me 60 cents.