| Aug. 9th, 2007 @ 10:38 pm New York. |
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Sooo. The trip.
I got up at 4:45, and got my train and left with no problem. Got to New York, and my train was a few minutes late, leaving me with bout 25 minutes to get from Penn Sation to 43rd. The subway had some massive problems yesterday, so I couldn't get a cab and ended up sprinting in 3" heels. And dripping with sweat with my makeup literally melting off. So that was fun. The audition was so crowded (and I was late for sign-in) that I was 62 in the queue. They sent everyone after 20 away to come back in an , at which point I had anxiety attack #1. I then went to the RENT lottery, because Anthony! And Adam! and I met up with a few other people waiting and did the lottery-buddy thing, which was greatly calming. None of us won, but because it was a Weds matinee, they had enough extras that they gave everyone there a ticket for $20.
So I was freaking out again because of heat (it was about 90F), dehydration, and nerves, so I went to a restaurant and had two glasses of water and forced myself to eat a salad, which was just meh. I went back to the audition, later than I was supposed to, and it was chaos. I couldn't figure out what was going on and I wasn't the only one. I got upset, had anxiety attack #2, and threw up (I'd been battling nausea all morning anyyway between nerves, heat, and motion sickness from the train), so I left because there was no way in hell that I was going to be able to sing. So I did not get to my audition, but at least next time I'll be better prepared and this will not happen. Because I will be better prepared. I will.
Then I went to see RENT. Anthony Rapp was fantastic. I have no words. He has such great facial expressions, and when he does things like spastic dancing Tango Maureen, he's so cute! There was a couple on the end of the second row who came back to where Anne and I were sitting and said that it was too loud for them because they were next to a subwoofer and were the seats next to us empty, and we ended up switching with them. When Anthony did the Valentine's Day thing over on the edge of the stage, I could have touched him. ::fangirl swoon:: Adam Pascal had some really good scenes and some that were just ok. He seemed much more enthusiastic than he did in the movie (and his hair was short! thank God), but there were some scenes where I was unsure what he was doing. Tamyra Gray from American Idol is playing Mimi. I hated her. She can't act, she can't dance, and half of her singing was flat. She did sound really good on No Day But Today and I Should Tell You, though. But the finale was HORRID. She had this stoned look the whole time. But Adam was great in the finale. And in Light My Candle, when she says "with my father" she does some different dance move every time (I hear) and Adam imitates her when he says "I'm Roger", which was popular. I wanted to bitchslap all the screaming fangirls who wouldn't stop cheering when they came onstage or after every song. Hello, we're paying to hear them! Let's actually listen!!!! Nicolette Hart was playing Maureen, and she was good, but Kelly Karbacz (who was the Maureen ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) slammerkinbabe and I saw two years ago) was in the ensemble and I liked her way better. The Joanne was sick, so Merle Dandridge, the Joanne that Kylie and I saw, was filling in. Yay, cause she was awesome. And hot. Anthony and Nicolette came out and signed autographs. I didn't get a photo becaue I forgot my camera, dammit. And some squealing 15-year-olds behind me were going "ANTHONY CAN I HAVE A KISS????" and he looked sceptical and then blew one ofthem a kiss. Yay for him being AWESOME. He's so nice. And shorter than I am, even though his imdb bio says he's 5'8. Lol. But I was not feeling so great in that crowd.
So after RENT I went to the Port Authority bus terminal to see if I could get a refund for my bus ticket (they're supposed to give 80% bck, I can deal with that), but they said I had to call the Greyhound people. So I did, and I was on hold so long in a public place and all, and I missed my bus, being kicked into anxiety attack #3. Fun times. So I'm going to request a refund today, citing medical reasons (there is no possible way I could have stood five hours on a crowded bus when I was already upset), and if they don't listen to me, I'll call the bank and dispute the charge for the same reason. I can have my psychiatrist talk to them, even. While I was at the terminal, I went to Jamba Juice because I knew I was getting more dehydrated and all. I had a pomegranate/orange/strawberry thing and that was pretty good. So then I went to TKTS and got a ticket to see The Drowsy Chaperone. I went back to Penn Station so I could book a train, but the line was too long (it was an hour or so in line and 6:50pm), so I stopped and got a sandwich and had most of a large Sprite. I felt a little nauseous immediatle following, but so much better after that. It was air-conditioned in the station, and then I took a cab back to the theatre (it's like 15 blocks, I considered my sanity well worth the $8), the theatre was air-conditioned and not too crowded, so I felt so much better after all that. Drowsy Chaperone was really cute! Mara Davi was fantastic, as was Beth Leavel.
I got a train ticket back at 3am, so I spent about five hours in Penn Station listening to my iPod and reading Fire's Stone, because I don't know anyone in the city except a second cousin. I'm still recovering from heat exhaustion, but I guess I'm lucky I avoided full-on heat stroke, and my feet hurt so very much. I have bruises on the balls of my feet (but only one blister. Weird), and I can't really move my toes. But I'm back. Not going to New York again until my Met audition. I'll do national tour auditions, but I really don't want to live there. I don't think I could handle it. |
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