this morning i watched

as the fruits of yesterday's labors

shattered before my eyes

with each and just about every stroke.

{that really wasn't supposed to happen}

and somehow michael's tile made it out alive.

maybe that's what they teach grad students.

and,

shield yer eyes for the next one...

there was a casualty

after the second run through.

cause of casualty: the friendly 2ft x 1ft aluminum sheet.

a.k.a.

thunder sheet.

don't worry about it, though, i'm a tough cookie.

stage manager david ran to the rescue...

david: i'm gonna spray it

me: NOOOO IT'S GONNA STING

david: it's not gonna sting

me:YESSS IT'S GONNA STING

david: i promise it's not going to sting

sprays it i wince i scream i cry... and then it didn't sting

and orchestra manager justin taped the edges of thunder sheet so that it wouldn't happen again.

that's him lurking in the background.

{hi justin, please read my blog}

the rest of the rehearsal...

was actually quite successful.

i haven't the slightest idea what is happening with the electronixa

but my part is fun,

it involves scraping metal things against metal things

and then dropping metal things

and shaking metal things

and hopefully not bleeding anymore about metal things.

but if i may plug it again,

come to

it starts thursday,

and eez going to be soopa tight.

xoxo

yeh