#adventures in musical theater writing
#the other r and h
I submitted two entries for this 10-minute musical festival that were excerts from two full-length musicals of mine (one with music by Doug one with music by Neil) and out of the 70-ish musicals submitted, both of mine were chosen.
I found out 24 hours ago and I’m still a little bowled-over, so. I just don’t have a ton to say about it right now. It just feels so unreal and crazy and I don’t even know. I’m sure I’ll be talking about it a lot, so feel free to tumblr savior #Sound Bites 2014.
But my guess is it will be (like most things in my life) fraught with wacky misadventures and wild anecdotes, so hopefully it will be enjoyable for all involved. Well. That’s all for now, folks.
Let’s be real. This feels more like a very friendly divorced couple meeting up to talk about plans for their child than it does anything else.
And the weird thing is, I’m happy with that?
End of Amazing Spider-Man 2. Midtown is being destroyed. Why is it ALWAYS Midtown? Stan, why do you hate Midtown SO MUCH? Like, I’m just trying to do a script analysis for my father. Please don’t destroy my neighborhood. Again.
Aaaaand since submitting for auditions 2 days ago, I’ve gotten 2 auditions. If I ever complain about not getting auditions/work in the future, feel free to e-slap me and ask me if I’ve actually been doing anything to get auditions/work.
Also, you could ask me first and THEN slap me, in case the answer is “yes,” but the answer would probably not be “yes.” Also, even if it were, I would probably still deserve the e-slap for something else.
Whenever I watch Avengers, I always have a wildly different reaction to the final battle.
Like today it’s “Uuuuuuuuugh but they’re gonna deliver everything I got from Bed Bath & Beyond any minute nooooow don’t blow up Midtown uggggggh I really wanted those damn organizational tools gosh Loki hope you’re real proud of urself rn”
Set SIX alarms so this very thing wouldn’t happen and then woke up at 1:35pm. Not cool.
#my family sometimes
Also my mom just referred to Emma Stone as “that girl dating the cute spider-man boy.” She was commenting on how much she likes Emma Stone and the fact that she doesn’t feel pressure to get super dressed up just to go outside. I’m not sure how that got started, actually, but I enjoyed it nevertheless.