It's been this way at this time of night lately, when I'm puttering around the house with no goals lasting more than 30 seconds before they dissipate and I forget why I'm in the kitchen. I'm walking in odd geometry, no economy of movement, I'm literally bouncing off the walls.Very, very slowly.
You see, it's been 3 days since the casting calls have gone out for NOSWOV ("North of Sunset, West of Vine" my musical), so I actually have something tangible to wait for. It's all been in my head, on my own schedule, making words and tunes for my imaginary people, and now they're going to be real.
I'm going to meet them.
I've never been on this side of the casting table. My director, Mary Jo Duprey, says it's really fun, but I don't see how I can avoid having sympathetic nerves for the auditioning people. I was always nervous for auditions.
The music is almost done...I mean it was done being composed a while ago, but now I'm tasked with actually making legible, the stuff that rolls out of my brain through my mouth. It's more complex than I thought. And drippy. Many 16th notes (it wasn't just the caffeine), but a lot of it is also open to interpretation by the actors, that's what they do, and it will be so exciting to hear my tunes rolling out of someone else's brain and through their mouth.
Lo...and behold the 16th notes. Actually a very slow song, not scary.
So here I am. The end of Wednesday night, with nerves like it's opening night, wandering in shuffles with excessive blinking. Turning lights off obsessively, then on again when I come back to do something I already forgot about. We're not up for a month (June 28-30)I should probably smoke a joint but I never got into it. I should meditate. Last time I did, my chakras were full of old emails.
Ok. Time for the inner house cleaning before I meet the cast. More soon...