Observation

I awoke this morning to the news that my aunt had had a heart attack and was in the hospital. This horrible and unfortunate event les me to Wellmont Hospital tonight on a pilgrimage of sorts to visit the sick. The events on this surreal trip though seem to play back endlessly in my mind. I first met my mom at her office: the United Way of Bristol, where I followed her to the hospital. She had to stop by the post office first, so as I followed I couldn't help but to notice the remarkably beautiful, newly restored Custom House in downtown Bristol. It's just off State Street and is quite a remarkable sight. I've been in it only once to see the touring exhibit on the holocaust from the National Holocaust Memorial in Washington, D.C. but I've never seen or noticed it before at night. The way it's lit and the shadows of light on the brick make it look like something straight out of NYC. That's what other buildings lack on State Street, beauty and modernization mixed to create something wonderful.

Then as we continued our trek, on West State Street was a man riding a unicycle down the street! It was very interesting to watch, something so unique and rare to this area. As I watched he teetered his way down the lane, turning a sharp right and loosing his balance for a second, only to regain and continue his way. Very fun.

At the hospital I waited in the CICU waiting room. As I sat there I tried to soak in every detail to use in my upcoming production of The Baltimore Waltz. The play is set in a hospital lounge our corridor type area, we're using a waiting room scenario. I noticed how the room was laid out and what the color scheme consisted of. The stiff greens and pale pinks. The calming watercolor prints on the walls. All combined to give me the sense of vomit, maybe not to others though. It all seemed too grungy for me. I think I'll use more white in my set design to promote the sanitary idea, and maybe some yellows to highlight the pee jokes (I'll really be capitalizing on this aspect). As I watched, one lady cried beside a seemingly uncaring man while another couple of people laughed carelessly, obliviously. It's odd how many emotions can occur in a set space. The awkwardness of waiting in a room with other people for distant but closely connected reasons. I don't know if I'll use this feeling for this show or not, I don't know if it will fit yet. But I will use it soon. I shall commit it to that little mind bank all actors have.

I HAVE SOO MUCH TO DO, AND NOTING SEEMS TO BE GETTING DONE! NYC auditions(which I haven't been as loyal to as I should be), planning the trip to NYC, planning the trip to NYC ofr the AHS drama dept., getting The Baltimore Waltz together, the musical, school, work, family!!! Ah well, it will happen I hope. I checked on rates and stuff tonight for my trip this month. I think I've persuaded my dad to let us stay in the Hudson Hotel! I'm so excited! It looks like and awesome place. Really chic and modern, yet classy and antique.

The chorus musical had auditions for seniors and juniors last night. I was there. I don't know why, but I was. I LOVE THEATRE, don't get me wrong, but my love of theatre really persuades me not to audition for the AHS chorus musical because they never do them justice. If you haven't guessed, I'm really anti-chorus at Abingdon High. This is because it's just too ridiculous and unnecessary too often. There's a whole schpeel I could go into about why I hate the chorus, but I'll save that for another post, as it would take an entire post to completely list my loathing. Anyway... I usually pray before auditions that God may help me obtain the role I want and that I do my best. I didn't do that for this audition. Mainly because I just don't care. If I get in I get it, if I don't - the better, and I'll be able to put more time into The Baltimore Waltz. So we'll see the outcome on Friday. I may be able to post the cast list earlier if Mrs. Payne reads it aloud to us in jazz choir as is tradition. Well, back to work for now...