Trish and I were in charge of painting the flats that would stand in for a generic European city - a cross between English Tudor and German village with a dash of Dutch detailing. Though pretty, it was certainly an odd middle European amalgamation albeit with an intense identity crisis. Oh well, the kids liked it and it was certainly colorful. And at 3AM, we really didn't care about ethnic authenticity anyway.
Note to self: never ask students to help paint! I know I'm generalizing, but when did they stop teaching kids to paint inside the lines? I'm all for artistic expression and all that good sh*t, but how hard is it to color in the friggin' lines? It's not brain surgery, people. And while I'm on the useless teenager rant, some of our lovely students stopped by late that evening (or early that morning, depending on how you look at it) to "visit." OK, fine, that's sweet and all, but if you're just going to stop by and say "hi" - then say "hi" and leave. These lovely students instead watched us work, then proceeded to go downstairs and try on costumes and generally f*ck around and never offered to help us. Did I also mention these same students had also just come from a cast party? So while we're busting our asses for them, they go and party, "visit" us, stay and goof off and then don't even offer to help. Of course, even if they did offer to help I would've said "no," but it's the thought that counts, right? To quote the great Fred Ebb:
"And even kids'll kick your shins and give ya sass Nobody's got no class!...
Jesus Christ, ain't there no decency left?
Nobody's got no class!-Lyrics from "Class", Chicago
Since Juan, Val and Trish had to be up at the crack of ass the next morning for rehearsal, I forced the team to vacate the premises by 4:30am so they could at least manage a healthy hour or so of sleep. We'll definitely have to plan better for next summer. Perhaps a built-in show extension?
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