<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562</id><updated>2011-07-29T04:28:42.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Courage to Be Calm</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-6060087031613230363</id><published>2009-02-22T11:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:41:57.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Partial Nudity Envy and an Accent</title><content type='html'>March 7th will be my first read through for Bedroom Farce. There has been a casting shuffle that I'm not quite sure I understand. I was playing Kate, now Susannah. I was really attached to Kate. There are three scenes I really wanted to do. The first was the partial nudity scene. Well, I guess not really partial nudity but it was to be a scene that I played in a bra and jeans. That's my favorite sexy me outfit. There was a scene where Kate tells her husband that sometimes when they're having sex she thins and putting carpet in or what color they should paint the walls. I just thought that was hilarious. Now someone else gets to do it. And then there was the scene where Kate is lying in bed and the phone rings and she sends another character, Susannah,  into a tizzy by telling her that her husband is at another woman's house. And she does it without waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susannah is the larger part but that really isn't the point. I just really liked Kate and got to know her. Plus the guys playing her husband is hot. I spoke with the woman that was playing Susannah, who is now playing Jan, and she is also not happy. If I can get my hands on the woman playing Kate now and find out how she feels maybe we could confront the director and see what we can do about getting ourselves recast yet again into our original roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he just decided that we're doing English accents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-6060087031613230363?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/6060087031613230363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=6060087031613230363' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/6060087031613230363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/6060087031613230363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2009/02/partial-nudity-envy-and-accent.html' title='Partial Nudity Envy and an Accent'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-6473267926640459520</id><published>2008-04-01T13:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:06:33.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternity</title><content type='html'>You know that last class in high school the one that let you out of school at 2:07? And how 1:59 was the longest minute ever? Well, until 2:00. And the the clock managed to slow ever more than you could have imaged at 2:01 and by 2"06 you were sure that time had stopped? That's my eternity right now. My first rehearsal is on Thursday, April 10th. And every day seems longer than the last. I've read the book over and over again. I've read and thought as much as I can about my own part. But I can't prepare any further without driving myself into a characterization that I don't want to create before I meet the other characters in the setting. So I have to keeping waiting this eon that 10 days has become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-6473267926640459520?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/6473267926640459520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=6473267926640459520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/6473267926640459520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/6473267926640459520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2008/04/eternity.html' title='Eternity'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-4476913695724254651</id><published>2008-03-11T11:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T12:01:21.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Sammii?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We were finally able to have our table read for &lt;i style=""&gt;Proposals&lt;/i&gt; on Saturday. I’m even more excited about the show than I was before. The cast is great. Table reads are one of my favorite tools. It’s the first time I give a voice to the character. And even though I don’t have any idea yet who she is really and what it is she wants when I go just hearing the voices of the other characters gives me a pretty good idea of who she is and how she fits in by listening and knowing who she is not. It looks like its going to be a lot of fun. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My schedule in the beginning is unbelievably light. I can’t remember the last time I had such a small part. I am so excited it about it because with the light schedule I’ll have more time to do outside rehearsal thinking and development work. Usually I only have time to discover things in rehearsal because out of the studio all my time is spent learning the lines and doing some really cerebral work. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I already have some thoughts about Sammii. As someone who was trained as a dancer I always start with the physical attributes of the character. What she looks like. But, you ask, doesn’t she look like you? And the answer is no. In my head the character always looks like someone else entirely. I’ve told that to other actors and to directors and they always seem confused by that tactic. But I’m very used to looking at myself from the outside as though I do not inhabit my body except as a tool so why shouldn’t I feel that I am inhabiting a very different mantle? So back to Sammii. She is rounder than me. More cutesy. Like a Renee Zellweger. Wholesome. She is definitely blond. Very blond. She wears pastel make-up. Pink lipstick, pink round cheeks, pink sports length nails. She has blue eyes. She wears soft clothing. Chiffons and silks in pastels. Never black. Her favorite color is a very soft blue. She wears very high strappy heels. And small earrings. Her clothes would be conservative but everything is a shorter and a lower cut than a modest woman would wear. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So from that what do I think I know? She grew up in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Alleman&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Iowa&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; population 239. She was a cheerleader and homecoming queen. She came to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; with the money she won for being the Corn Kernel Queen. She isn’t shy because she can’t imagine that anyone doesn’t like her. She has an image of herself in her head of always being in soft focus like her favorite movie stars. And she floats when she walks always slightly on the balls of her feet like she is going to start skipping at any moment. She flings herself into sexual relationships but isn’t serious about any of the men. They are pretty accessories. Like a nice purse and it makes her feel sophisticated to have the kind of relationships with men she could never have back home. She lives in a world where she stars in the film that is her life and the things she says are pithy dialog. She poses for the cameras she sees everywhere but is completely unselfconscious when not posing. She swings between child like and too too terribly chic. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course many of these images will change and evolve over time. And of course some are contradictory so as I work I’ll have to keep some and throw some away. But basically I’m starting with a sweet farm girl who is trying very hard to be Marilyn Monroe and falling short. I’m interested to see where that goes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-4476913695724254651?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/4476913695724254651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=4476913695724254651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/4476913695724254651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/4476913695724254651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-is-sammii.html' title='Who is Sammii?'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-9075516372256795490</id><published>2008-02-25T09:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:53:53.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Highest of Highs. Lowest of Lows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday was by far the best performance of the show we did. We had a slightly overfull house because of the cancellation on Friday night and they were up, responsive and participatory. Everyone was wonderful and when I got up to do my testimony at the end of Act II it felt smooth, commanding, at ease. Act III had me engaged, choked up. I loved the play, every second of it. I loved the cast. I loved doing it. Not Guilty.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunday crashed and burned for me. It was the closing so I wanted to go out on a high note. It was going nicely, good pace. Not as spectacular as the night before but definitely a good solid show. Then in the middle of my Act II testimony M went blank. And not just blank but stunningly blank. Deer in the headlights blank. At first he just looked at me and then, then I saw panic set in. He ran to the defense table where there is a huge pile of copied pages of the script and began to frantically search for his place. I knew he was never going to find it. And there is nothing I can do. I can’t just start speaking. That won’t make any sense. Although, maybe I should to rescue the show. How can I reword this line to put us on track? He asks a question. Not the correct one but I can work with we go on…for three lines. But clearly he has lost the scene completely. He asks a question and it is so different that I am completely thrown I don’t have any idea what to do or where I am. At sea. So I just jump to the end of the scene in a desperate attempt to bring the character of Larry on so we can just move forward. When he comes on I am so riled so shaky that the break down has a more tension and charge than it ever has had before. So I got something out of it. A feeling of panic, fear, tension that I can remember and hopefully recreate when I need it. But I never fully recovered for Act III. Although it was alright, I should be affected, scared, sad, stressed so I used it to my full advantage. I let my fear and disappointment show. I let tears come close enough to fight them. And then it was over. I was guilty last night. But I found out later that our bailiff just decided I was. The vote was 8-4 in my favor, one of the lowest. It was usually 11-1, sometimes 10-2. I don’t blame him at all. We needed more than one loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night I felt hollow. I hate the end of a run. The sudden deflation. I thought this one would be easier having a script in hand but its not. I cried all through the Oscars. I cried this morning in the shower. I could cry any minute at work today. I always forget how hard it is for me to decompress. And this was by far one of the best experiences of my career so far. I loved every minute of this show. The cast was massive and they were wonderful despite any complaints I may have had along the way. A true ensemble piece.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things I’ll miss:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Glaring at the jury. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;K’s gum.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Yeah that's the one! I see you got a hold of that too." Heck B's whole performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;M.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Then how can you speak of him such as you did? Don’t you know why he married you?”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Magda Svenson.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;B as Junquist. One of the best actors I’ve ever worked with.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Testifying in Act III.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sparring with the DA.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not Guilty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-9075516372256795490?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/9075516372256795490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=9075516372256795490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/9075516372256795490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/9075516372256795490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2008/02/highest-of-highs-lowest-of-lows.html' title='Highest of Highs. Lowest of Lows.'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-2380448523618975001</id><published>2008-02-22T11:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T11:27:55.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>Tonight's show is canceled due to a parking ban. That blows because I only get so many shows and to miss even one is sad. And my Saturday morningtable read was rescheduled a week for the same reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was much better than Wednesday. Much better. Although, there was an older gentleman and his hot skinny blond thing in the jury box and they were quite rude. Chatting and holding hands and by the end cuddling and making out. And then an older lady fell asleep. I don't blame her though. The audience dresses for winter and then they end up on stage in the jury box under the searingly hot lights. I can totally see how someone not accustomed to that would just fall asleep. It still isn't cool for the rest of the audience to see that. Well, two shows to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-2380448523618975001?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/2380448523618975001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=2380448523618975001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/2380448523618975001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/2380448523618975001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-3645255198354211231</id><published>2008-02-21T10:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T10:23:52.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick-up Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>So last nights benefit performance sucked ass. It was a small non-responsive audience and a disjointed slow show. It was as though none of us cared. Everything that came out of my mouth last night sounded false. I was like a bad pick-up rehearsal with an audience. Wow. I can't even tell you how much that blew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-3645255198354211231?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/3645255198354211231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=3645255198354211231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/3645255198354211231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/3645255198354211231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2008/02/pick-up-rehearsal.html' title='Pick-up Rehearsal'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-6446785819153559610</id><published>2008-02-20T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T11:17:02.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past, the Present, and the Future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am usually too tired to post after shows and then like a dream the performances all meld into one giant evening that becomes more and more vague as time goes on. But here I am trying to recall what happened. Thursday seems uneventful because I remember nothing about it. Friday I was guilty. I think there was jury tampering. H has never made it a secret that he wants my character to fry and the jury was just filled with actresses of his. Actresses that also seemed not to care for me. I don’t get that. But so it goes. Saturday was a good show. Very up. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And Sunday…well, Sunday I was on autopilot. I remember saying the words “A twenty-five million dollar loan was necessary…” and realizing oh my god I’m talking! How in the world did I get here? And that line is pretty far into my testimony. I had done at least two full pages before that point. Apparently, in the words of Christopher Walken, I act like a dancer. I can sometimes let go and act on muscle memory alone. Admittedly it will not be the freshest most engaging performance of my life but it’s more than just passable. Sundays are hard for me. I am always tired on the Sunday. If I didn’t have a fulltime job I would have no problems but I do and doing four or five shows a week if exhausting so by the Sunday I start to check out mentally. I was glad to hear that my inner exhaustion doesn’t show at all. Other actors were surprised to hear how disengaged I felt. How surreal the whole performance seemed to me. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another long week starts for me tonight. A long week but the final week. A benefit performance tonight followed by our regular Thursday through Sunday schedule and a table read for &lt;i style=""&gt;Proposals&lt;/i&gt; on Saturday morning. I am so looking forward to &lt;i style=""&gt;Proposals&lt;/i&gt;. It’s really nice to have a script in hand and a next show date immediately following a close. It’s a small part but its sweet and potentially a show stealer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-6446785819153559610?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/6446785819153559610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=6446785819153559610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/6446785819153559610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/6446785819153559610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2008/02/past-present-and-future.html' title='The Past, the Present, and the Future.'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-5220640593821597683</id><published>2008-02-11T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T15:43:29.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Minor Heart Attacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This blog would be so dull if I only said the shows went smoothly, everyone loved it, and not a line was dropped. Why would the four of you who regularly drop by want to keep showing up for that? So today I will recount the things that went wrong during the three shows this weekend.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s start with Friday. Besides my usual complaints about L and his complete inability to hold onto his part throughout an entire performance we had an honest to goodness forgot a prop panic. R, who plays Larry Regan, came on for his entrance at the very top of Act III, sat down, and immediately realized that he had forgotten a very pivotal piece of “evidence”. A check for $5000 from John Graham Whitfield, philanthropist and, if you believe Larry’s character, murdering bastard. The reason I highlight that the check is from John Graham Whitfield will become apparent later in the recounting of this tale. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am on the stand at this point and most of this story is pure hearsay. But as R tells it, he sits down and suddenly panics about the check having forgot to put it in his breast pocket before entering. His first discussion with himself is that he will simply pull out an ATM slip from his wallet and hand that over. He is content with the decision for almost a full minute until it dawns on him that he is in costume and therefore does not have his wallet in his back pocket. Oh no. There are various pads all over the table that my attorney uses to take notes and scribble things throughout the show. But they are on the other side of the table and R is convinced in his panic that everyone is looking at him and that any sudden moves will only draw more attention. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, here I would like to say that I am testifying and as the one on the stand who is actually staring at the audience that they are really looking at me. I know that sounds self centered, like of course they are all watching me! But in truth this is the reveal of my side of the story and it includes details of testimony from everyone that has come before me. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He finally decides to just go for it. And to try and rip a slip of paper out of the pad. But he’s afraid to just tear it because it will make a noise and everyone will just look at him and then what! So after flipping through page after page looking for a blank sheet, which is almost impossible due to the huge amount of “notes” that M makes through out the show, he folds a piece and tries to tear it very slowly. Then becomes afraid that is even more noticeable. So when my attorney sits down after my testimony and I go into cross examination he whispers to him, “I forgot the check.” M, who I said before is constantly playing with the pads and has no compunction in touching one or doing anything at all while I speak rips him off a piece of paper which he pockets, breathing a sigh of relief. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I, of course, know about none of this having had my attention occupied doing my role and what not. Larry testifies immediately after me. I am despondent an non-responsive through it until he gets to the part of the check which draws me in leading up the crucial reveal of the check writer. I first know something is slightly amiss when he pulls the piece of yellow legal pad paper from his jacket and hands it to my attorney. My attorney is obviously not thrown being the supplier of said piece of paper. He hands it to the clerk to submit into evidence. And then the question comes up, “Who wrote that check?” Larry’s answer is your clerk can read that check to you. The clerk (who is also our bailiff) opens the blank piece of paper and says…something. I’m still not sure what. It definitely started with James Monroe and then it went on from there a bit. And I react inappropriately. Or appropriately depending on your point of view. My reaction is usually one of anger toward &lt;i style=""&gt;John Graham Whitfield &lt;/i&gt;but under the circumstances I simply reacted with confusion. The rest of the cast went on as though he had said &lt;i style=""&gt;John Graham Whitfield&lt;/i&gt; so I’m sure that it was glossed over to the audience but I always try to react as in the moment as possible and hearing an unfamiliar name got the most honest reaction of &lt;i style=""&gt;who?&lt;/i&gt; out of me. And all I could think afterwards was for the love of the Ceiling Cat how long have we been rehearsing this show that you don’t know the characters name unless it is written on a piece of paper! So, that was Friday.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t think of anything on Saturday outside of the L stuff. And the giant gaps while he searches his papers for the lines. God, I hope I never work with him again. Sunday was much more about the jury than us. First, J, our bailiff, gets his list of twelve names and says what do I do if people decline? I only have 12 names here. So we talk about and decide that he should just point to people in the audience and tell them they are alternates. Good thing too because we had three declines and has been previously stated and cannot be overstated J is not the sharpest knife in the drawer. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other funny thing with the jury is that M’s mother was on the jury. At the end of his closing argument he has this sappy ridiculous spiel about reaching deep into your hearts, and understanding Karen Andre, and searching souls…blah blah blah, seriously if I was on the jury that alone would turn me against my character. So he leans onto the rail and says that whole bit to his mother. Right in her face! And I couldn’t help it I just broke up. I turned my head and covered my face but I was never able to fully recover my concentration after that. I swear I am &lt;i style=""&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; more professional than that. But I just lost it so completely that reining it in was impossible.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So that was this weekend. Wednesday we have a speed line read and then begin again of Thursday! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-5220640593821597683?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/5220640593821597683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=5220640593821597683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/5220640593821597683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/5220640593821597683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2008/02/minor-heart-attacks.html' title='Minor Heart Attacks'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-8817634135915312836</id><published>2008-02-08T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T11:29:54.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They Liked It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night was wonderful. I got to the theater early with C, my husband, hairdresser, and PA. I had plenty of time to relax and get oriented. C did my hair and I must say it was beautiful. The best he’s ever done. I had time to get dressed in stages the way I like to. Make-up first. Then walk the stage and stretch a little. Then tattoo covering and on with the dressing gown and nylons. Hang in the green room a little, chat, see where everyone is emotionally. Then costume at the 10 minute call and stand quietly in the backstage hall alone until the places call.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had a full house and as it was opening night there was wine and cheese for the audience so they were all happy and relaxed going into the show. I didn’t expect the reaction from the audience when the juror roll was being called. There was much laughter and applause and everyone seemed happy to be on the jury except for the one guy that announced that he had been excused from jury duty for one year. This totally threw the man playing the bailiff and we ended up with thirteen jury members. I think its better that way. No way to end up with a hung jury. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The jury as usual took their jobs very seriously. Through the first act. They seemed to loosen up a bit by the second act and by the third they were fully relaxed. Mr. B, a prominent lawyer in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hartford&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, was on the jury and he smiled and seemed to have an exceedingly wonderful time all throughout the show. In fact it was difficult to look at him during my testimony which is so &lt;i style=""&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;a smiling matter. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Magda Svenson, the Swedish housekeeper, got the best reaction of the night when she left the stand. Not just applause but hooting. Go K! Personally, she is my favorite segment too. Surprisingly, when I asked my husband who he liked best he said Sigurd Jungquist, which I thought was just awesome but I thought he would prefer one of the more comedic characters. The man who plays Jungquist I think is the strongest actor in the cast followed closely by M, who plays my lawyer.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I of course have to have a complaint. No show is perfect and I like to know where the holes are in order to make them better each night. I think my breakdown at the end of Act II was a little weak. I got caught up in a mix up that happened during Larry Regan’s entrance and I forgot myself just long enough that it was difficult to build the momentum you need for a full blown breakdown. I don’t think it was awful but I did think it was a little less charged than it has been in rehearsal. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The jury had a funny reaction to the instructions from the judge. They started laughing and clapping and getting all excited. It was not at all what I was expecting. I was found not guilty in the end. C thinks that it would be impossible to ever find me guilty. We shall see. I also think it’s impossible though. I mean everyone is obviously lying. When the foreman gave the verdict at the end he decided to pause dramatically. But it was really dramatically. Like forever and ever. And ever. Long enough that I could feel nervous laughter building up in the back of my throat.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I got a very nice compliment from my husband who is not always the most complimentary sort. Usually it’s something along the lines of something like, “yeah, it was good” or “you liked nice.” And that’s after I had to drag it out of him. He said that I was so beautiful and assured. I was a hottie. I must be extremely sexy in this play because that is downright gushy for him. And it came without any prompting at all. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, one down twelve to go. Hope tonight goes just as well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-8817634135915312836?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/8817634135915312836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=8817634135915312836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/8817634135915312836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/8817634135915312836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2008/02/they-liked-it.html' title='They Liked It!'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-4016565550014161119</id><published>2008-02-07T11:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:53:54.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We the Jury find the Defendant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;...guilty. But the jury was definitely stacked against me. It was a six to five vote and five of the jury members were friends of L the DA’s. I was overly relaxed last night and watching and enjoying the show as an outsider rather than as an active participant for much of the first act. My insomnia last night put me in a really weird and super spacy place. It was actually pretty fun last night. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tonight is opening. I’m excited about finally having a full house and seeing if they react to the show and how. The jury takes the whole thing SO very seriously. Wish me luck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-4016565550014161119?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/4016565550014161119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=4016565550014161119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/4016565550014161119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/4016565550014161119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-jury-find-defendant.html' title='We the Jury find the Defendant...'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-4760114458332391825</id><published>2008-02-06T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T11:19:41.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fear is Upon Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night I went to see a tech rehearsal of the play my friend is directing. It is very funny. A sexual farce. I had a good time. But it also sent me into a spiral of self doubt. I know it was a tech but parts of it were messy and didn’t seem to get off the ground at all and it made me worry about the show I’m currently in. When you are deep inside the production sometimes you totally miss it’s most obvious flaws. And you start to wonder, am I believable? Am I trying too hard? Do I suck horribly and I just don’t notice? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We have had audiences of a sort with our rehearsal juries. But the people attending them are friendlies being acquaintances, friends, and family of people associated with the theater company. Not subscribers and other paying audience members. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had the most horrible insomnia last night over the prospect of crashing and burning horrifically. Rethinking every choice I’ve made for every line I say. Wondering if I should read more Meisner or that will just make my deflated ego even more flat. I’m so tired at work today I can barely concentrate. And I have a full dress again tonight and then open tomorrow. I hope tonight’s run-through can help me regain my confidence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-4760114458332391825?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/4760114458332391825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=4760114458332391825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/4760114458332391825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/4760114458332391825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2008/02/fear-is-upon-me.html' title='The Fear is Upon Me'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-2402752271159288621</id><published>2008-02-05T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T11:13:57.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Verdict is....</title><content type='html'>Not Guilty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought we lost that one last night. But only two votes against me, a ten year old boy and his mother. I wonder what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L's flub of the evening. A series. Pt. I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actual line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He found the fall from the world's tallest building quicker and easier....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He found the fall from the world's shortest building quicker and easier....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off tonight. I'm going to go see a tech rehearsal of my friend's &lt;a href="http://suffieldplayers.org/curprod.htm"&gt;show &lt;/a&gt;that opens at the same time mine does and closes before my run is over. I'm very disappointed that I won't get to see it with an audience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-2402752271159288621?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/2402752271159288621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=2402752271159288621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/2402752271159288621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/2402752271159288621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-verdict-is.html' title='And the Verdict is....'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-1722297057866656595</id><published>2008-02-04T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T13:51:01.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On Sunday we had our first full dress with an actually real live jury. It was a little disconcerting but not as difficult as I had originally thought it would be. They are funny! So serious. The sparse audience of...well, I don't actually know who those people were...but they laughed at the jokes and enjoyed the show but the jury was SO serious. They took their role seriously and concentrated and paid attention. There was one woman on the jury who I barely wanted to look at. She was all scowly and scary. And then after the show she was laughing and pleasant. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The rehearsal was pretty good. It was definitely nice to have an audience even if it was only eighteen people counting the jury. But L again went off the rails. Right at the top of Act III he forgot a line and it was impossible for anyone at all to put him back on track due to the set-up and the characters positions. And this line that he forgot brings another character on and I go up on the stand immediately after his entrance so there was nothing for it but for me to go on the stand and hope for the best for the sections that the character has a line. Well part way through a line very early in my testimony all of a suddenly L realizes Oh Yeah! So he cuts me off and brings the character on and I breathe a sigh of relief but I’m a little thrown and I’m pretty sure that it shows up in my testimony with my defense attorney that I’m not as in control and sure of myself and I should be as a character. So it makes me look a little weak. Maybe it helps me with the jury. Maybe it doesn’t who knows. Then it’s L’s turn to do the cross examination. For some reason my attorney, M, keeps forgetting to object or when he does it’s very weak. And then L forgets a line and asks me what keeps Faulkner visiting me after his marriage “love or hate?” Love or hate? What the frak? I don’t have a clue how to answer that question and I have no idea how I did answer that question. But I’m pretty sure my answer screwed me. Of course as soon as I got off the stand I realized how I should have answered it. I should have said “unless you mean his hatred for Nancy Lee and John Graham Whitfield, I have no idea what you are talking about.” But I apparently am not that quick on my feet the first time in front of an audience. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Love or fear&lt;i style=""&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;L, love or &lt;i style=""&gt;fear. &lt;/i&gt;Love or hated doesn’t even make sense. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the end, however, they found me not guilty. I think it’s going to be very difficult to find me guilty at all. For one thing even though we never discuss the concept of reasonable doubt I think people watch enough television drama to know what it is, what it means, and how it’s employed in the American justice system that there is no way that there is an ironclad case against me and there is quite a bit of doubt. And I don’t think that people dislike me personally enough. I think no matter how arrogant and unrepentant I am my obvious distress over certain events in the case make me just likeable enough that they don’t want to send me down river. And that the prosecution isn’t just the face of the state but also the spoiled heiress and the entitled “philanthropist” who also looks pretty dirty in the murder. But the director H tells me it wasn’t unanimous so we’ll see what we can do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-1722297057866656595?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/1722297057866656595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=1722297057866656595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/1722297057866656595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/1722297057866656595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2008/02/full-dress.html' title='Full Dress'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-8958289072019459194</id><published>2008-02-01T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T13:11:41.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Painted Like a Clown</title><content type='html'>I don't wear make up in my day to day life. If I'm feeling adventurous one day I may put on some lip gloss but that's about it. Last night, though, I decided it would be easier for me to put on my stage make up at home instead of competing for space in the dressing room as I was already running quite late and wouldn't be able to stake out early territory.  Then I get in the car and realize I have to get gas. I felt like a fool going into pay. I probably didn't look as ridiculous as I felt. I even tend to keep the stage make up as natural looking as possible although I did do "dramatic" eyes for this character. Thank the FSM that I didn't put on the fake lashes or I would have just braved it hoped I could get there on fumed. But when I get to the theater? They canceled dress. One of the actresses was quite ill and they didn't want to do photos without her. Her being a lead and all. Man I was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that I was totally out of it last night. I was alright for acts I &amp;amp; II, although apparently my volume has gotten quite low. But Act III? I was just lost. I couldn't remember other characters names. Lines that had never been a problem for me were just wafting away. I was drifting off into spaciness during key moments of the play. God, it was just bizarre. I can't remember the last time I was so disengaged on stage. I think I need a day off. Thank goodness I get one tomorrow. Six days to opening though. I've got to get it together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-8958289072019459194?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/8958289072019459194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=8958289072019459194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/8958289072019459194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/8958289072019459194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2008/02/painted-like-clown.html' title='Painted Like a Clown'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-8449738677242541853</id><published>2008-01-31T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:08:28.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way She Moves</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Very nice compliments last night from H, our esteemed director. I’ve never been able to take a compliment very well and he was almost gushy with me last night. I was all blush and giggle. He likes the way I move and said that even though I basically sit throughout the entire play that I make even that interesting. It’s my neck. And the way I hold my head. All I can say is Thank You H.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night we did a partial costume run. And I must say I was quite happy with my new dress. I think it’s sexy, yet appropriate. The last one I think looked like I was going to cocktail party, not standing trial for murder. Tonight is full costume and picture night. I always hate this rehearsal at PRP because the photographer, who is fabulous I have to say, gets right on the stage and right up in your face while you are rehearsing. It is incredibly difficult to ignore a man who is inches from you with a camera. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh, that reminds me, pics from my last production &lt;i style=""&gt;New&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;Voices ’07&lt;/i&gt; are up on the website &lt;a href="http://parkroadplayhouse.org/gallery.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I’m the one in the flowered dress and the superman T-shirt.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rehearsals have been tough. From my last two outbursts you can probably tell that we are having some trouble with cast members learning their lines. Now it’s just one. And it’s killing us. It slows the pace and breaks all the tension that being built up. One week until we open. One.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But besides the complaints, I must say there are some awfully nice bright spots in the cast. KF, who plays Mrs. John &lt;i style=""&gt;Joseph&lt;/i&gt; Hutchins, is very fun and watchable. B, playing the clueless cop, is so very funny. KP as the disapproving &lt;i style=""&gt;sveedish&lt;/i&gt; housekeeper is so shocked, SHOCKED, by the &lt;i style=""&gt;sinning.&lt;/i&gt; And the dance hall girl, played by E, is spot on. The man who plays my lawyer is just so persuasive. I’m going to win every night! I’m aware that H hopes that’s not true but until L the DA learns his lines I don’t think he’s going to be able to convince the jury that I committed the crimes I admit to on the stand much less the murder I’m on trial for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-8449738677242541853?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/8449738677242541853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=8449738677242541853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/8449738677242541853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/8449738677242541853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2008/01/way-she-moves.html' title='The Way She Moves'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-3744014557750962537</id><published>2008-01-28T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:49:45.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh For the Love of the FSM</title><content type='html'>Learn your damned lines L!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-3744014557750962537?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/3744014557750962537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=3744014557750962537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/3744014557750962537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/3744014557750962537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-for-love-of-fsm.html' title='Oh For the Love of the FSM'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-4055984589458397422</id><published>2008-01-25T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T15:45:29.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Minnie Mouse on the Stand</title><content type='html'>As if I haven't suffered enough with the whole surgery at the beginning of rehearsals thing. Now, now I have the flu. Because of the set up of the play I was able to run my stuff three times last night and still make it home before 8 so it wasn't too bad. My cast mates mocked me quite a bit though. I play this really controlled and controlling woman and I do it with a very cold low tone of voice. But my flu made that impossible. Instead they said I sounded like Minnie Mouse. So just picture Minnie saying, "You don't find men like Bjorn Faulkner cringing before a bankruptcy commission and you don't find them locked in jail." and you get kind of an idea of how my rehearsal went last night. I don't think I'll be able to make it at all tonight. My face is so filled with stuff and I feel like I am being pushed into the ground. By 7 all I'll want is a Nyquil cocktail and unconsciousness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-4055984589458397422?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/4055984589458397422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=4055984589458397422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/4055984589458397422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/4055984589458397422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2008/01/minnie-mouse-on-stand.html' title='Minnie Mouse on the Stand'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-6682265061312069713</id><published>2008-01-22T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T16:21:34.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What was that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wow. Okay. What the hell just happened? I cannot remember being so ridiculously busy in ages.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This first day of filming was kind of a slog. I arrived at 10:15 am ready to go but we didn’t actually start filming until 12:10. Out of 36 shots we did 6 ending at 2:30. The whole process if pretty exhausting. It’s repetitive and tedious. We are also filming in a cold space with a concrete floor, so standing continuously begins to get to my back. I also began to get pretty darned tired so I had a lot of trouble with scene 7 and it ended up not getting shot. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The auditorium scenes with the extras were a lot easier. It went faster. I had far fewer shots and was in and out in about an hour. Tonight we should be finishing the scenes in the cold concrete location. I’ll probably be there all night. Yippee.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also had three rehearsals for &lt;i style=""&gt;J16&lt;/i&gt;. We did Act III on Friday. It went alright. I mostly knew my lines. Although not as strongly I would have liked. But we went through it twice and it was okay. Sunday we did I single full run. We were missing some actors but that was okay. Monday we had a full run and that was hellish. Everyone was there and we staged the end of Act III and curtain call. When you try to jam everyone on stage I’m completely amazed by how many we really are. I’m still having a little trouble with a couple of the Act III lines. But I must say I am incredibly irritated with some of the actors who only have ten or so lines and are still calling line. I have pages and pages and some of them are paragraphs and they have ½ a page and can’t remember? What the hell? It was way too much for me to be able to recount what happened in great detail. It seems to just blur into one big clusterfuck of a rehearsal.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I decided I’m going to take the part of Sammii (yes, it has two is) in &lt;i style=""&gt;Proposals&lt;/i&gt; at PRP. The director told me that P, who I worked with in &lt;i style=""&gt;Reckless&lt;/i&gt;, is going to play the character opposite me so I couldn’t say no. I’m actually really looking forward to it now that I read it. So I’ll have the month of March off and then back onto the stage. The part is much smaller than my current one so I’ll have more time off than I currently do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-6682265061312069713?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/6682265061312069713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=6682265061312069713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/6682265061312069713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/6682265061312069713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-was-that.html' title='What was that?'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-5679494696677334055</id><published>2008-01-17T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:42:34.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off Book, Nerves, and the Future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night was my first off book rehearsal for &lt;i style=""&gt;J16.&lt;/i&gt; Overall, a pretty good rehearsal. I really like the actor who is playing my attorney. And with such a large cast there are a number off actors whom I’ve never spoken a word to yet so it’s cool that I have someone I’m so comfortable with in the cast. It was overall a pretty uneventful rehearsal. With the set up of the show only the two lawyers really have any blocking. At that’s even pretty minimal so it does make for much easier rehearsals. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was one moment that was pretty funny last night and I caused it. At the very end of the act I have a confrontation with the widow of the man I’m accused of murdering. It’s a very angry exchange and I have to get pretty worked up to go after her during her testimony. So I sit there and get my self so worked up that I hear ringing in my ears and I can see a little halo of yellow light on the outside of my vision. I’m pissed. So I stand and begin delivery my lines and the exchange is on and then I yell, “Mrs. Faulkner!” “What is it?” She responds. And suddenly the words were just gone. There was nothing but this extreme spitting anger, but no words, and nothing rational left in me to call for lines so all that comes out of my mouth is “I don’t know!” And the room totally broke up. I almost burst into tears. Not out of embarrassment but because I had all of this anger and resentment and there was just no way to funnel it. But after a deep breath I just started laughing so hard. We ran I just that section again and I was fine but I couldn’t get that ear ringingly irate again without the build up so I’m afraid the scene wasn’t as good. But I did get all my lines out. Next run of that scene Sunday. I only have six bloody lines in that exchange so I hopefully will not screw it up again.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So tonight I have Act II off book. I have a huge emotional break at the end of the act that comes without the emotional prep that I’ve had in the past for that sort of thing so we’ll see how that goes. And tomorrow I have my first shooting day for &lt;i style=""&gt;CC.&lt;/i&gt; I’m very excited and nervous about that. I also have to be off book for Act III tomorrow and I am definitely not feeling quite as secure about it as the other two acts. But I should have two hours between the shoot and the rehearsal so I should be able to get it down. It’s only about eight pages. And I’m pretty comfortable with this last four.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night I was invited to read the script for newer Neil Simon play called &lt;i style=""&gt;Proposals.&lt;/i&gt; I don’t know the show but I really like PRP so I’d be excited to do yet another show there. My only hang up is that both LTM and Suffield Players are doing &lt;i style=""&gt;Blithe Spirit&lt;/i&gt; in the spring and I’ve always wanted to play the dead wife part. But do I take a part I know I can have with a theater company that I really enjoy working with or do I take my chances and audition for a part in a play I really like but may not get cast in and then have nothing lined up for the spring? It’s a really really hard choice for me. But reading the show won’t hurt and maybe I’ll just love the part. And maybe I can not commit until after I audition for &lt;i style=""&gt;Blithe Spirit&lt;/i&gt; and can keep it as a back up. I hate to do that though. Particularly because I am so new to PRP and don’t want to box myself out before I’m really in. It is nice to go from no choices and never getting cast to too many choices I must say. My husband always wants to know why I do show on top of show on top of show and the answer is that you just never know when it will dry up. When someone will be the newer better flavor. Plus I’m getting near the end of ingénue stage and will have to move into more mature women roles which are harder to find. It sucks to be getting “old” in my mid 30s. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-5679494696677334055?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/5679494696677334055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=5679494696677334055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/5679494696677334055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/5679494696677334055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2008/01/off-book-nerves-and-future.html' title='Off Book, Nerves, and the Future.'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-2385941295093572561</id><published>2008-01-14T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:59:14.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lotsa Stuff Going On</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On January 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; I had surgery. I started to know I needed surgery around Christmas but kept thinking maybe I could put it off a few months. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On the Friday before New Year’s I knew that was a ridiculous assumption and by the Wednesday after New Year’s I was begging my doctor to do it that day. Not just the pain but because I have so much going on that it was way better to do it earlier than try to wait and screwing up my rehearsal schedule farther into the process. So I missed the first three rehearsals for &lt;i style=""&gt;January 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and had to put off a meeting for &lt;i style=""&gt;The Callahan Project.&lt;/i&gt; But I am back on track now thank goodness.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rehearsals have been going well for &lt;i style=""&gt;J16.&lt;/i&gt; We are rehearsing in the space which is both helpful and frustrating. I like the actual feel of being in the real space and I even enjoy having the set going up around me. But it’s also dirty, the stage for the last show had a beach on it that included a ridiculous amount of sand that’s in buckets everywhere and seems to be in every crevice of everything in the theater, and there are trip hazards just off the floor of the stage everywhere. I swear I’m going to be killed by the ½ inch lip they built to contain the sand from the last set. But as set build continues I’m sure that it will get neater and neater and that lip will get removed. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;H is a different kind of director than I’ve worked with before. We will be running along and then all of a sudden he’ll stop and work a bit, a scene, 4 lines, a cross, for 15 minutes. And then we run along again. And you can never tell what it’s going to be. You’ll run through some pretty darned rough patches and he says nothing and then when things seem to be going along swimmingly suddenly we stop and work and work and work. It’s only been me that was being worked once so far. And believe me, I needed the work. So it is a really useful exercise. I just haven’t been able to make rhyme or reason of it yet. But overall things seem pretty good. I’m off book for Act I and II now. And I’ve been listening to my Act III lines on loop on and off since 10:30 this morning so hopefully I’ll be off book tonight. If there is rehearsal, it snowed last night and everyone seems concerned about a parking ban and with no parking comes no rehearsal. And that would suck as I have not yet been to an Act III rehearsal.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t have a lot to say about the film project. I met the director once. Seems nice. I have a table read tomorrow. That’s good. I’ve never done film so I’m a little nervous about all that but I’m sure I’ll be just fine for this project and maybe I’ll learn enough to do some more. I just hope that the filmmaker, K, is a good director. I have an inherent need for a director in this early stage in my acting career so I hope his youth and the difference in our ages won’t get in the way of him being able to mold me. Not that I won’t listen because he’s young. Not what I mean at all. But that he will either be afraid to tell me or that he won’t have enough experience to know how to tell me. But table read tomorrow and time to size myself up against the other actor. So that should be really interesting anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-2385941295093572561?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/2385941295093572561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=2385941295093572561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/2385941295093572561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/2385941295093572561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2008/01/lotsa-stuff-going-on.html' title='Lotsa Stuff Going On'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-1008526532361428701</id><published>2007-12-27T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T14:18:29.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once More from the Top</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally, I begin the process again. That was by far the longest break I’ve taken for ages. On Thursday, January 3 I start rehearsals for &lt;i style=""&gt;The Night of January 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; It’s a rough schedule with only Tuesdays and Saturdays off followed by 5 performances a week, Wednesday through Sunday. The Sunday is a matinee. I hate matinees. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am also filming a movie. I hope. This is my third attempt at trying to do some film work. One of them you watched fall apart on this very blog and the second I didn’t even bother blogging about because it seemed like it was on shaky ground. And it was. But this one, &lt;i style=""&gt;The Callahan Contraption,&lt;/i&gt; seems much more organized, is filming pretty locally to me, and has a fun and funny script. Plus it has physical violence in it from my character. That is ridiculously exciting. I love to beat stuff. People and stuff. Stuffs better though because you can actually beat it. I have a meeting with the writer/director and the actor who plays the male lead. It’s some kind thesis project so I’ll have more details to blog about after the meeting. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And so begins my downward spiral into manic obsessive navel gazing once again. Oh, I’m SO looking forward to that day when I once again realize that I am a completely talentless hack who should never try and act again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-1008526532361428701?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/1008526532361428701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=1008526532361428701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/1008526532361428701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/1008526532361428701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/12/once-more-from-top.html' title='Once More from the Top'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-2458781726914693825</id><published>2007-11-05T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T09:28:14.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I've been and where I'm going</title><content type='html'>Haven't written in a while for a lot of reasons. I was taking a break from theater. I had been doing shows back to back to back for a bit and I was getting worn out so when my son didn't get a part in a show I didn't accept one. I've decide to do the &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/node"&gt;NaNo&lt;/a&gt;. Which is the project where you try to write a 50,000 word novel during the month on November. That was pretty time consuming planning wise leading up to November 1 and continues to be time consuming obviously. So I won't have a lot of time to talk here even if I do have something to say. Which leads me to where I'm going. Seems I finally have a read through for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Night of January 16th&lt;/span&gt;. It will be the morning of November 17th. So I may pop through and say something them. But otherwise. Toddles until January.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-2458781726914693825?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/2458781726914693825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=2458781726914693825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/2458781726914693825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/2458781726914693825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-ive-been-and-where-im-going.html' title='Where I&apos;ve been and where I&apos;m going'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-4577511898326516959</id><published>2007-10-05T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T11:16:00.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Audition with J</title><content type='html'>On Saturday I will be auditioning for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Boxcar Children.&lt;/span&gt; But that's not the exciting part. I'm going to be auditioning with my 8 year old son, J. My son has has shown absolutely no interest in theater until now. I started dancing when I was 5 so I was kind of hoping he would take after mom and want to be a performer too. But no. All he wanted to do was to play sports. Soccer, swimming, baseball. Arrrgghhh. I hate sports. I think they are boring. Ok, I like the swimming. But baseball is like being in a light coma and it's freaking cold during soccer season. I think I like swimming because each heat lasts about 5 minutes and then onto something new. Plus it's warm and I get to be a timer sometimes so I have something to do. But I digress. He wants to do a play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the more realistic part. I don't think he'll get cast for two reasons. First, he has absolutely no performance experience and when I try to work with him all of the lines a hilarious to him so there is a lot of giggling. Not a lot of focus. But he may surprise me at the audition. I have seen him totally out of control and then when he is talked to by an outside adult figure he pulls it altogether and is downright helpful and attentive. Secondly, he's 8. The casting call said 10-18 and when I made the appointment I was informed that it was more of a guideline but that it was also usually the casting range for this particular company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never worked with this theater company before so I don't know what their standards are. He may be way out of his league or he may be so cute that they forgive the stilted acting. I mean he is 8. I'm only auditioning because I think it would be the coolest thing ever to do a show with J. And if he doesn't get a part and I do then I'm not sure what I would do. I may take the part because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Boxcar Children  &lt;/span&gt;are his favorite books which is why he wants to audition in the first place. But I did want to take this time off to spend the holidays with my family. I am always involved in a production during Halloween and Thanksgiving. But I guess I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-4577511898326516959?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/4577511898326516959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=4577511898326516959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/4577511898326516959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/4577511898326516959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/10/audition-with-j.html' title='Audition with J'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-2901283786850688136</id><published>2007-09-08T12:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T09:53:19.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Home After Production Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;This [...] is odd, their company is A and they have a lot of people, a lot of equipment, a lot of ideas, but they seem scattered and unorganized, I guess that's the word I want. Everything appears it will take a lot longer than it should be because they work through things in meetings like this that probably should have been work through before the actors came, but I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-2901283786850688136?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/2901283786850688136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=2901283786850688136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/2901283786850688136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/2901283786850688136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/09/jott-blog-post_7881.html' title='Driving Home After Production Meeting'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-7075625461263228859</id><published>2007-09-08T10:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T12:47:39.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I am here now.  I am half an hour early because I am crazy about being late.  So, I am always  ridiculously early wherever I want to go, I don't see anybody that I know yet, but I haven't gone into the building and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.jott.com/Show.aspx?id=31fbf52b-6883-455d-95a8-c0c202279622"&gt;Click here to listen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 3px solid rgb(73, 73, 73); padding: 5px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 370px; text-align: center; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(73, 73, 73);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;font-size:12;"  &gt;Powered by &lt;a style="color: rgb(228, 108, 51);" target="_blank" href="http://jott.com/"&gt;Jott.com&lt;/a&gt; - Try it at 1 (866) JOTT123 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="vertical-align: middle;" alt="Jott.com" src="http://www.jott.com/image/logo_links.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-7075625461263228859?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/7075625461263228859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=7075625461263228859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/7075625461263228859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/7075625461263228859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/09/jott-blog-post_1406.html' title='Just Arrived'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-2401359488793476821</id><published>2007-09-08T09:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T12:46:39.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving to Production Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;So, I am driving to my production meeting and I am a little nervous, which is strange because it's not like I never had a new group of people worked with, I think it's just the process is different and so it's freaking me out a little and also the traffic is really heavy, which I find odd at 9:30 in the morning outside of Middletown, what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.jott.com/Show.aspx?id=14edee51-a2aa-44d4-b180-53a129648d4c"&gt;Click here to listen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 3px solid rgb(73, 73, 73); padding: 5px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 370px; text-align: center; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(73, 73, 73);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;font-size:12;"  &gt;Powered by &lt;a style="color: rgb(228, 108, 51);" target="_blank" href="http://jott.com/"&gt;Jott.com&lt;/a&gt; - Try it at 1 (866) JOTT123 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="vertical-align: middle;" alt="Jott.com" src="http://www.jott.com/image/logo_links.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-2401359488793476821?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/2401359488793476821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=2401359488793476821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/2401359488793476821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/2401359488793476821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/09/jott-blog-post_08.html' title='Driving to Production Meeting'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-2168124284972595836</id><published>2007-08-31T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T09:53:52.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Film</title><content type='html'>So I got a call today. I have my first production meeting for &lt;span&gt;the film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It will be next Saturday. So that's exciting. Not much else going on acting wise. I should be doing a table read for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Night on January 16th&lt;/span&gt; soon. I haven't heard much about it yet. I'm afraid I've only read through it once. I started highlighting one night but I got tired and stopped before I got to the end. I'm a little scared about the part. Can I do it? I certainly hope so. Maybe I'll read some Meisner this weekend to give me a little something to hold onto. Although, sometimes reading Meisner makes me feel like a miserable failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-2168124284972595836?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/2168124284972595836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=2168124284972595836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/2168124284972595836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/2168124284972595836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-film.html' title='First Film'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-1351180588837044763</id><published>2007-08-21T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:18:19.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call</title><content type='html'>I got a call from the producer last night that said that I impressed him and the casting team so I should be getting a call on Wednesday from the director. So here's the question, did I get a part or THE part?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-1351180588837044763?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/1351180588837044763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=1351180588837044763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/1351180588837044763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/1351180588837044763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/08/call.html' title='The Call'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-2801303131199219477</id><published>2007-08-20T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T09:55:30.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I went to my audition on Saturday. The drive wasn’t too bad. The 91S/95S exchange in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New Haven&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was a stand still nightmare. But having driven that stretch my whole life I didn’t expect anything different. The test took place in a meeting room in an old rectory. When I got there, a little early so as to rest and prepare, there were two different dramas going on with the production staff. First, it seems that they were in the process of firing the wardrobe woman. The artistic director, a rough looking woman in her 40s, was pissed of and raging. The other drama was a stripped screw on the tripod so that the camera would stay steady. This was actually the drama that most affected my audition. There other thing was drawing the attention of the producer and casting team but no camera, no screen test.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I got my four pages and went over them with this tiny little guy. I only point out his height because we were going to do this scene where I would pick up this bartender and then kill him. It’s a sexy scene. I am 5’9” and I was wearing 4” heels. So this tiny guy was like a small child next to me. We ran through the scene maybe 4 or 5 times. He wasn’t helpful at all. When I asked what was expected he just couldn’t, or wouldn’t tell me anything. And he seemed pretty buddy buddy with another actress who was also auditioning for the same role so… But whatever. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time is still ticking on. Now it’s noon. And have I mentioned I haven’t eaten? I had an 11:00 am call and it was supposed to take 15 minutes. I’ve been there an hour and I’ve only gotten cursory blocking and no idea when I will be up. I go for a smoke with one of the PAs. She’s really nice. She’s from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hartford&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Her husband is in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I like her. I wonder if I’ll see her downtown someday? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh my god. Now it’s 1:30 and they finally, finally have the screw. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2:00. I don’t like the set up. All of the auditioners are in the same room and they call us and we do the bartender scene with the mini man. There is one girl whom I like. But she is very young. Maybe 17.  I do my scene. It’s a little awkward at one point because there is a chair on stage that wasn’t there when we ran through it before. But I covered it alright and think I came off well. Now, they want to see how we interact in certain combinations. So I’m thrown into a scene and play all three parts with two different girls. And we do that for a while. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But now they want to take a break and do auditions for a completely different film. I’m invited to ad lib for Girl # 2. We do it three times from different angles, with different people. I am cast.  It is a 20 minutes short about a guy who goes through all kinds of ridiculous contortions to pick up girls and in the end finds one by just being himself…awww. Girl #2 is in a night club while he tries to obnoxiously and over confidently pick up women. One day of filming in October.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2:45. Last part of the test. Scream with rage. Screaming is usually quite hard for me. But I was actually starving, exhausted, and a little pissed off. It came off loud, long, and quite gutturally angry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then it was over and I was on my hour long drive home with my meatball sub and my internal discussion about what was good and what was bad. Truthfully, I don’t know. I’ve never done film before so I don’t know what to think or feel. I was malleable to direction and suggestion. I played three different characters very differently. What else could I do? I should hear one way or the other by Wednesday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-2801303131199219477?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/2801303131199219477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=2801303131199219477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/2801303131199219477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/2801303131199219477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-day.html' title='Long Day'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-4982344620791734423</id><published>2007-08-15T13:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T14:04:45.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos and Sides</title><content type='html'>Tonight I am going to get new headshots taken. I'll put some up somewhere, probably flickr, and then post a link and ask for comments. Not that I have enough readers to actually comment but, you know, just in case. I love doing headshots. It's just ridiculously fun to put on all kinds of clothes and jump around acting goofy and get your picture taken. I did a little modeling for a while and if I could have handled the complete objectification mindless body aspect of it better I might have pursued it more seriously. The actual work is really fun. It's just all the other bullshit that blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got the sides for my film audition. Actually I got the whole script. I'm not quite sure how I feel about it now that I read it. Until I go down and audition I don't really have a handle on whether this is something I want to do or not. And, this may seem weird, but the producer just seems far too excited about my coming down to audition. It's not like I'm a hot property or anything. Especially not in film. I've never done any film. I do have a good reputation on the stage but I doubt any of the people involved in this project know anything about my actual work. Maybe he's just a nice guy. And I'm reading too much into his enthusiasm. I'll let you know. I'm going to learn my lines tonight or tomorrow so that I'm prepared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-4982344620791734423?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/4982344620791734423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=4982344620791734423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/4982344620791734423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/4982344620791734423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/08/photos-and-sides.html' title='Photos and Sides'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-6757610696471505773</id><published>2007-08-13T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T10:47:30.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil, Beautiful, European Looking</title><content type='html'>I've never made a film before. I had one audition once at a cattle call and I became so nervous I totally blew it. I was vibrating and I could hardly read. Hence came the title of this blog. So I am ecstatic that I will have a chance to try again. No details yet. Just that there will be a call on the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; that I am invited to attend. Yippee. I called to make an appointment this morning but there was no answer. It's a small indie thing and as my friend K pointed out, maybe he has a day job. But I want details now. If only to give me something more substantial to freak out about than a nebulous audition. Something to actually start preparing for. Besides what to wear based on a four word character description that I used as a title for my post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-6757610696471505773?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/6757610696471505773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=6757610696471505773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/6757610696471505773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/6757610696471505773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/08/evil-beautiful-european-looking.html' title='Evil, Beautiful, European Looking'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-9182891333234111580</id><published>2007-07-24T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T11:15:45.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And it all Comes Crashing Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I hate the end of the run. Full of ‘the last time I will’ moments. But let me just recount the shows because it was quite an eventful weekend before I move on to being sappy and macabre. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friday night I was almost killed. When I run out for &lt;i style=""&gt;Sweetness&lt;/i&gt; all wet it’s pretty freaking slick out there. And I got to the stage a little early so I may have been a little over confident about my speed and control because I went on a wacky tumble that ended with me hanging onto the edge of the dock and pulling myself up over the edge. It very could have very well ended up with my head whacking the corner. But from my dance days I’ve learned two things. No fear. And how to fall with as little injury as possible. I still came down on my right hand hard enough to hurt my wrist a little. And the audience thought it was just hilarious so at least I got a great laugh out of it. I also hurt my right forearm when I hit G in &lt;i style=""&gt;Hearts&lt;/i&gt; earlier. I managed to really get angry and worked up and I just came down on her with real violence. Fortunately because of the way it’s staged I only managed to hurt myself so that’s good. Over all I thought we had an awesome show though and the audience, while small, was very fun and very responsive.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday had the best &lt;i style=""&gt;Hearts&lt;/i&gt; performance by far. By the whole cast. Something about Saturdays sends G into a weird speed thing and the beginning and truly that gets us all on our toes. And J decided that he would make all new choices for all of his lines in our scene and that was &lt;b style=""&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; refreshing. And again I hit G pretty hard. So hard in fact that I had a giant puffy bruise on my arm. Still have a sore spot from it today. And then there was &lt;i style=""&gt;Sweetness&lt;/i&gt;. It started out great. Actually it was great. Except there was this thing on the stage. I don’t know what it was. It looked like a half eaten strawberry or something. It was slightly smeared and red. And my attention kept being drawn to it. I wanted to just ignore it. But there it was. Looking really gross. And then I told the chicken joke. The actual joke is “Why did the pervert cross the road? Because his dick was in the chicken.” The joke I told was “Why did the chicken cross the road? Because his dick was in the chicken.” And then suddenly realizing that it didn’t make any sense at all I said “Wait. What? That’s not right.” And then I went forward. And everyone said “hey great cover.” “So in character.” But the truth was I was actually just baffled for a moment. Knew I totally blew the joke and I had to try to recover…well, something. Then I was right back on track and totally had to put it out of my mind. So I guess it was all good. After the show I realized that my in-laws were there. Thank god I didn’t know before hand. It would have made making out with E weird in a way that I didn’t have to deal with thanks to the fact I was oblivious. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunday was a blur. We had a backstage emergency before the show. Someone left the shower on all night so the dressing rooms and the back hall were completely flooded. So it took a long time to clean that up so we were all changing in the green room. And it contributed to the only screw up we had the whole night. When J came on stage as “Daddy” in the memory sequence his shoes were all wet and he slid on and immediately smirked at me. So instead of the look of fear that I usually give him. I had to look at his collar and try to control my laughter. I managed it but it took me a long time to bring myself back into the scene so I could work myself up to the fight. So I’m afraid the whole confrontation started a little flat. My husband said the whole thing was good and he’s actually a pretty harsh critic so I trust him that most of the worry and angst was internal and maybe even fed the scene. &lt;i style=""&gt;Sweetness&lt;/i&gt; was bittersweet. The whole thing went quite well. But the whole thing made me sad because that show was one the most joyful things I’ve ever done. I loved laughing with the boys. We really did have a nice easy relationship on stage. And there was so much mirth and joking. I’ll even miss kissing E. I won’t miss getting doused with water in my jeans every night though. That did suck big time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, it’s over and now it’s time to decompress. And take a vacation. I’ll be hiatus for a while yet. Until I start auditioning again. I did get a call yesterday to read for an independent film in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New Haven&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. But I just came off a run and I’m tired and a little beat up. And I promised the family I’d take sometime to spend with them. Which will be hard because I hate to be without project. It’ll be a little easier knowing that I’m going to be starting rehearsals for a show in January. But January seems &lt;b style=""&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; remote that I know that before too long I’ll be looking for a project yet again soon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What will I miss?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Having C do my hair for every show. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I ain’t never been young.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laughing with J and E.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cast parties.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wearing that dress in &lt;i style=""&gt;Hearts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Oh that’s how your gender defines itself. You’ve got to be joking.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;K, M, G, J, &amp; E. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Oh, I assure you there will be nothing proper about it.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our great minimalist set.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being on stage.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hope to put up a little video of the show if I can figure that out. But I’ll be on break a bit so I hope that the three of you that are regular reader’s will check in every so often and see what I’m up to again when I start auditioning and preparing for my next show. I know I have a table read of &lt;i style=""&gt;The Night of January 16&lt;/i&gt; sometime in September so I’m sure the will be a flurry of posts about that,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-9182891333234111580?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/9182891333234111580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=9182891333234111580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/9182891333234111580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/9182891333234111580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-it-all-comes-crashing-down.html' title='And it all Comes Crashing Down'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-1360928021348031017</id><published>2007-07-20T15:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T16:14:24.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Opening weekend was exhausting. I have a show tonight and I am still tired from last weekend. Mostly it was the heavy partying after each show after hell week followed by a full work week where I had to get up an hour earlier than I’m used because my son is at day camp so he needs a ride at exactly the same time I do so I take the bus instead. Even writing that run on sentence about it was strenuous. But the shows went well so I am quite pleased. The only problem is that the complete lack of advertising means a complete lack of audience. Sunday I could swear we played for 20 people. Which is disheartening. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was thinking about sending around an email saying “Always wanted an opportunity to see me punch a drunk and make out with a quadriplegic? Now’s your chance!” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, details? I don’t have a lot. Its funny performance is always like a dream to me. I just do it and then I wonder how it all went. Friday I was a little edgy. No food and lots of coffee. And I am hugely self- conscious about my accent. It keeps me from just letting go because I’m so busy wondering if everyone thinks I sound like a jack ass. And M was beautiful when she got all weepy at the end of &lt;i style=""&gt;Heart&lt;/i&gt;. And &lt;i style=""&gt;Sweetness &lt;/i&gt;of course went smoothly. It always does. Oh we are just the best. The two girls started &lt;i style=""&gt;Hearts&lt;/i&gt; on Saturday at really rapid pace. J asked if we were doing meth in the girls dressing room. I think they shaved about five minutes off the opening of the play. J’s entrance seemed to bring the show back on pace though. I was super relaxed through this performance. It may have been finally opening and then being exhausted from getting home from a party at 4:30 am but it was calm an easy. And that’s what I always want to achieve. Just a natural Zen like state when I am on stage. Like when I used to dance and I didn’t think. I just did. All that think really screws you up. Keeps you from being real. And Sunday well. I dunno. I hate matinees and it wasn’t a great performance. I did have a flub and called Aunt Ruth Aunt Grace instead. But it wasn’t bad really. Nothing to write home about I guess. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This break has been nice though. Although I miss everyone. Even the ones I don’t particularly care for. Closing weekend is here already! This was by far the shortest run I’ve &lt;i style=""&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; had for &lt;i style=""&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-1360928021348031017?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/1360928021348031017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=1360928021348031017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/1360928021348031017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/1360928021348031017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/07/opening-weekend.html' title='Opening Weekend'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-3374893449990430645</id><published>2007-07-12T13:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:14:50.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet and Screwed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tuesday was a pretty good rehearsal. And thankfully short so I could go the Roger Waters concert which was awesome. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We did costumes and light make up. And I got wet for the dumped in the lake scene. I was ridiculously cold because the air-conditioning in the theater is running full blast even though the house is empty. And then after I get off stage just dripping away and we realize there isn’t even a single freaking towel in the theater. So I dry myself with paper towels and K wanted to run again. Run. Again? Well, E, J and I just bullied her into letting us go. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night was good and not so good. &lt;i style=""&gt;Hearts&lt;/i&gt; went beautifully. We ran the slap about five times before we went up so I was a little surprised that it went awry. But G is pretty new to theater and she was caught up in the moment so she forgot to put her hand up. I think it still looked ok but I think we are going to practice doing it a lot tonight so it comes more easily and more naturally. But the not so good part was the fact E didn’t show up for rehearsal. And I freaking knew it was coming too. The way he was talking on Tuesday just let me know. I’m sure he found a party or something that was &lt;b style=""&gt;way &lt;/b&gt;more interesting than coming to our little rehearsal. I joking said something to K about him probably being down at the half door. But truly it was only half joking. What a jerk. J, our 18 year old stage manager, had to sit in for him in &lt;i style=""&gt;Sweetness&lt;/i&gt;. I did &lt;b style=""&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; make out with him. Though I should have. It totally would have made his day. And then that was it. We went for a quick cocktail afterwards and then I went home and pretty much climbed into bed. I am incredibly happy that I don’t have to work tomorrow so that I can sleep all day and be fresh for the show. So last rehearsal tonight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-3374893449990430645?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/3374893449990430645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=3374893449990430645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/3374893449990430645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/3374893449990430645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/07/wet-and-screwed.html' title='Wet and Screwed'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-4643536566790666263</id><published>2007-07-11T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:22:10.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Off Topic But It's My Blog!</title><content type='html'>I wrote a &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/user/bamgrrl/journal/2007/07/11/473270/"&gt;review&lt;/a&gt; of the Roger Waters Dark Side Tour Concert that I went to after rehearsal last night at my other haunt &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/user/bamgrrl/"&gt;Last.Fm&lt;/a&gt;. If you're interested in all things musicky it's the place to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-4643536566790666263?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/4643536566790666263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=4643536566790666263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/4643536566790666263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/4643536566790666263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/07/off-topic-but-its-my-blog.html' title='Off Topic But It&apos;s My Blog!'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-1228768351797200952</id><published>2007-07-11T09:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:28:48.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pigs fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1098/638405226673742/1600/z/284393/image-upload-749303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1098/638405226673742/320/z/12418/image-upload-749303.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;One of my favorite moments at the Roger Waters concert last night. Tried blogging it from there but I must have been competing with too many signals or something because I couldn't get it to send even with full battery and great reception. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-1228768351797200952?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/1228768351797200952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=1228768351797200952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/1228768351797200952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/1228768351797200952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/07/pigs-fly.html' title='pigs fly'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-3035107440816750225</id><published>2007-07-10T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T13:55:24.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Made it Through the First Night of Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hell was an excellent name for last night. No live blogging obviously. It was just too crazy. We staged the fight. Then we restaged it. And then we staged it once again. And tonight we’ll be staging it yet again. We ran the whole show twice. In costume, no makeup. It was a long evening. I started to get ridiculously tired by the time we did &lt;i style=""&gt;Sweetness.&lt;/i&gt; I was really goofy. Oh well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The director at one point said that she prefer we use the term tech week rather than hell week. Well, she can wish anything she wants. Its still hell week. But all complaining aside it was nice to be on stage with actual props. K was confused when we all laughed when she said she wanted to reblock something in &lt;i style=""&gt;Sweetness&lt;/i&gt;. “Why are you all laughing?” Why? I have never reblocked and then blocked again. And again. And still reblocking so close to the opening. I mean I’ve had reblocking because something doesn’t work out exactly as planned on the actual stage but this is just crazy. I keep expecting her to tweak the blocking right after a performance for the next day. Or during pick up rehearsal between weekends. Or hell stop a performance and reblock a scene.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went out for a quick drag between shows and the Artistic Director H came out and gave me some very nice compliments about the way I move on stage. And then he cast me in a show &lt;i style=""&gt;called The Night of January 16&lt;/i&gt; by Ayn Rand which will be playing in February. As “an ice cold bitch.” He asked me if I thought I could handle it. Hell yes I can handle it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was tired when the rehearsal ended that I took off my costume for &lt;i style=""&gt;Sweetness&lt;/i&gt; that is my own Supergirl T-shirt and jeans, picked up some stuff, and then put them back on as if to go home in them. But tonight should be better. We should start earlier and I think we will only run once. I hope we will only run once. Will try the live and microblogging thing again tonight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-3035107440816750225?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/3035107440816750225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=3035107440816750225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/3035107440816750225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/3035107440816750225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-made-it-through-first-night-of-hell.html' title='I Made it Through the First Night of Hell'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-7218959548797417172</id><published>2007-07-09T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T16:25:05.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And so it begins. This is my opportunity to try out live blogging tonight and throughout the week because except for work I will not see the outside of theater until Friday night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just a little bring up to date because I have clearly been too lazy to blog regularly for a while. On Monday we had an absolutely excellent rehearsal for &lt;i style=""&gt;Hearts&lt;/i&gt; wherein I learned the secret of Chloe’s character is far too much caffeine on an empty stomach. I was so caffeinated I was vibrating. And while I definitely will &lt;b style=""&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; be recreating that effect with actual iced lattes with an extra shot of espresso I now know how she should move and behave so yippee for that. We made K, the director, cry. In the good way. And on Tuesday I just had a ridiculous amount of fun doing &lt;i style=""&gt;Sweetness&lt;/i&gt;. And no reblocking. Woo hoo. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So tonight we will be &lt;b style=""&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; choreographing the fight for &lt;i style=""&gt;Hearts&lt;/i&gt; and the fall from the platform in &lt;i style=""&gt;Sweetness&lt;/i&gt;. So thank goodness and wow am I nervous about those two events as they both heavily are focused on me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I did my shopping for the make-up to cover the dark tattoo on my ankle. Freaking $88 in make-up and brushes and it’ll probably &lt;b style=""&gt;still &lt;/b&gt;show. And I only need it covered for about 2 minutes. It’s completely covered by my clothes all other times. I also bought the most bizarre undergarment I’ve ever owned. It’s an adhesive push up bra. Which means it’s a bra that sticks to your boobs with no straps of any kind so you can wear it with a backless dress. It’s kind of disturbing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, if I figure out this live blogging thing tonight I’ll be posting pictures and microblog entries. Which should be interesting. To me anyhow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-7218959548797417172?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/7218959548797417172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=7218959548797417172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/7218959548797417172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/7218959548797417172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/07/hell-week.html' title='Hell Week'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-7576135116067886995</id><published>2007-07-02T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T14:41:19.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And We Reblock Once Again</title><content type='html'>I open in 11 days. Eleven. Wow. Doesn't seem like we had any rehearsals. And on Saturday there was MORE new blocking. If I have one complaint with K as a director it's the amount of reblocking that she does. Granted a lot of the reblocking is easier and makes sense but there are moments of limbo where I am completely uneased by not know where the heck I am supposed to move to. I guess this keeps me on my toes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; went quite well on Saturday I thought. The altercation still won't be blocked until Sunday because that's when we will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;have the platforms that we need&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am very much looking forward to it. But I thought the feel of the play overall was quite nice. I worry about that one a lot. And I'm not sure why. I know the words and the whole feel of my character is starting to be quite comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reblocked kiss in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweetness&lt;/span&gt; is done now too. And I think kiss is no longer that right word at all. I'm going to go more with make out session. The first time I tried it the whole wheel chair started to roll away from me and when J went to throw me backward into the "water" there was no way. I could only continue to fall further forward until I landed with my face in E's lap. It got quite a laugh but the show cannot go forward until I fall and TJ and Jake believe that Jules has drowned.  I think I got over my trepidation about making out with E. Simply because climbing all over him and the chair is kind of fun. K did it first to show me what she wanted and I guess when I saw her do it I was like fuck it I can do that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, big rehearsal tonight with H, the theaters artistic director, and I'm a little nervous. But not that much. He is always very complimentary of my work. I think it's hilarious that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweetness &lt;/span&gt;is the show he's coming to watch. It's not nearly as complex as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; and it's really very short. It's my last working rehearsal before hell week too so I'm a little freaked that we will reblock once again. But even if we do I'm sure it will be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-7576135116067886995?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/7576135116067886995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=7576135116067886995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/7576135116067886995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/7576135116067886995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-we-reblock-once-again.html' title='And We Reblock Once Again'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-2604660799966244407</id><published>2007-06-27T16:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T16:14:49.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Injured</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hurt myself pretty bad today and can barely stand on my left leg so I’m going to be skipping rehearsal. Yeah. I feel like an asshole. But I can’t do it tonight. It won’t be worth anyone’s time for me to pretend that I could.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-2604660799966244407?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/2604660799966244407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=2604660799966244407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/2604660799966244407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/2604660799966244407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/06/injured.html' title='Injured'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-6509987191403977995</id><published>2007-06-26T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T13:41:44.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Good Rehearsals and Fragile Egos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had a good rehearsal of &lt;i style=""&gt;Hearts&lt;/i&gt; last night. The kind where I come home and tell the husband “I was good tonight.” I like those. And I fucking hate them. Because now it means the next rehearsal I will feel horrified by my total lack of &lt;&lt;i style=""&gt;fill in the blank&lt;/i&gt;&gt; and flattened because I felt the last rehearsal went so well. It’s a familiar cycle. And I hear you say ‘But you just identified the problem so now you can just face that soul crushing experience and say hey, I know this is just a by product of being so elated that all of your flaws are super prominent.’ And I’ll say to you ‘You’d think so, wouldn’t you?’ And I think the problem is two fold. First, I’m not altogether sure that the ego whacking I’m going to take is a terrible thing. It keeps me humble which makes me work hard all the time and it allows me to see where I was over confident before. The things that weren’t as truly meaningful as I thought they were in the moment of that last rehearsal. And second, even when I prepare myself for all the wrong things that I think I’m going to see in myself next go round I always leave some stone unturned. And it’s always under &lt;i style=""&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; fucking stone that the horrible disgusting squishy thing is lurking that’s going to make me cry and want to run away. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But enough about me and my fragile ego. I want to gush about my cast for a bit. M was so good last night. She had a private rehearsal to go over her monologues on Saturday and you could definitely see the work. She really is very good as Grace. And I’ve become more and more impressed with J. When the sweet scare little boy comes out he’s just a wonder to watch. Although his accent sometimes sounds a little bit like Foghorn Leghorn to me. And G is great as the drunken overbearing Mama. I hope that I can live up to their standards. That I can be just as good and do the show justice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh yeah. And the kiss between Grace and Chloe was taken out. Yeah. I’m sad too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-6509987191403977995?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/6509987191403977995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=6509987191403977995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/6509987191403977995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/6509987191403977995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/06/of-good-rehearsals-and-fragile-egos.html' title='Of Good Rehearsals and Fragile Egos'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-750776445835495224</id><published>2007-06-22T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T13:19:39.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disconnect and a Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    I am usually very conscientious when it comes to my roles in the theater. It's a matter of pride and a certain work ethic I gained from decades of dancing. That's why my current blasé attitude about learning the lines and even thinking very hard about my character is both a surprise and an embarrassment for me. I mean I know my lines. Not in the solid I know the words will just come way that I usually learn them but I know what they are. What my cues are. What the last words of my lines are definitely. That sort of thing. But not well enough that I can really concentrate on listening and doing because the words are not so ingrained that they will just spill out no matter how I work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;And my lack of character development is also surprising to me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I haven’t really thought about either of these women or what they really want. And that is a terrible lack. I’m trying to play them natural, of course. Make all of their movements real, all of their words that come out of my mouth real. But I don’t know why. I really didn’t see this total disconnect from what I am doing and the characterization until we did the rehearsal without E for &lt;i style=""&gt;Sweetness&lt;/i&gt;. It was like floating free without the third pin to hold us down. And I started to ask myself questions about my blocking that I couldn’t possibly answer without more thought into what is really supposed to be going on here. And then I realized I had never even asked those questions before. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I can’t place blame for these things. I think I maybe having trouble though because my husband is &lt;i style=""&gt;so &lt;/i&gt;upset at me for doing this show. And how it’s interfering with &lt;i style=""&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; time that I am reticent about working on it outside of rehearsal time because I don’t want him to be angry with me but that’s hurting my performance. I can’t keep going without doing the work that I have to do outside of the studio. So I am going to start doing the work right this second. I’m going to think about who I am and why I am. And I’m going to learn those lines so well they just spill out of me and ride on top of the action. Like Meisner would say I’m going to float them on top of the river of the emotion like a boat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-750776445835495224?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/750776445835495224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=750776445835495224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/750776445835495224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/750776445835495224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/06/disconnect-and-confession.html' title='Disconnect and a Confession'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-3334170293229722849</id><published>2007-06-21T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T16:10:58.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Off Book</title><content type='html'>I had my first off book rehearsals for both plays on Wednesday and Thursday. I told the director how new I was to the whole acting thing having been a performer as a dancer and using this to fulfill my ingrained performance needs. So on during rehearsals for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heart&lt;/span&gt; she had me and J do some acting exercises about listening. I really enjoyed them. But she's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; concerned about being supportive and keeping our confidence up that she called me later that night to tell me not to think she was picking on me. I should have told her that coming from a dance background I would be way more concerned if she wasn't telling me how to improve often. As a dancer if your teacher doesn't tell you what's wrong with you at least once a class or rehearsal then you become complete distraught that the teacher or choreographer doesn't think that you are worth talking to because you'll never improve and then you'll never get cast again. It's a very twisted world dance. But I really liked the scene after the exercise so it felt like a useful and productive exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I'm not sure how I feel about J. He's easy to work with. Very giving on stage. But off stage I'm at a complete loss on how to talk to him. Now it's probably totally my problem that I'm having a hard time being totally open with him on stage because I don't know how to deal with him off. And I am quite new to this so I know that I have a lot to learn about letting my guard down emotionally. But I wish I knew better how to be friendly with him in a real way so that I can bring that connection on stage rather than trying to produce it out of nowhere on stage. But that's what they call acting isn't it? And I'll have to learn it or never get any better at this craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Rehearsal for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweetness&lt;/span&gt; was strange because E couldn't come because of car trouble. So it was just me and J. And I must admit that it was weird and oddly relaxing to work without doing the kissing scene. I SO have to get over my discomforture with that soon. I mean I AM getting better about it but it still makes me feel weird. I don't know how to explain it. Or why it bothers me SO much that I worry about it for hours before a rehearsal. I think it's the whole fear of letting go and being embarrassed again. So this show will be a real learning experience for me again. Every show is. Not be all gushy but I just love theater. It's always new and different. No matter how big or small your parts are. The playwright was there too so I was a little nervous at first about getting the words just right. Which is something I don't always worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I am very much looking forward to my next rehearsals of both plays. Being off book is a really freeing experience. It's also a scary one where I realize that my body is act really strange. I do the limp wrist thing a lot on stage. I have no idea why. I'm going to spend a little bit more time looking at how I move during conversation in real life so I can figure out how to get myself to behave more naturally. I'm better off if I have a prop. I can always be natural when I have something in my hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-3334170293229722849?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/3334170293229722849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=3334170293229722849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/3334170293229722849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/3334170293229722849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/06/off-book.html' title='Off Book'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-8540841885828736662</id><published>2007-06-18T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T16:29:20.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Milos</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't win. Oh well. But there was a great after party where I got to hang out with some of the cast members from the other shows and drink lots. And I did. Drink lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a good time. This is such a great theater group. I'm so glad to be part of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-8540841885828736662?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/8540841885828736662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=8540841885828736662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/8540841885828736662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/8540841885828736662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/06/milos.html' title='The Milos'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-1958789196173548473</id><published>2007-06-13T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T16:11:27.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Milo Awards</title><content type='html'>Friday night is the Milo Awards. These are the Parkroad Playhouse's awards in twenty categories. You know best actress, best actor, best ensemble, best play, best musical, that sort of thing. I am nominated for best actress. I don't think I'll win because it was such a strange play and the awards are voted on by the subscribers. Other plays this season were more crowd pleasing like Lend Me a Tenor and Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolff? As opposed to the two acted disconnected 28 scene oddity that is Reckless. But Rachel is a huge and demanding part so maybe I'll get points for the numerous jawbreaking monologues and the fac that I never left the stage. Except to change my clothes before the lights came back up. So wish me luck oh single reader of mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-1958789196173548473?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/1958789196173548473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=1958789196173548473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/1958789196173548473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/1958789196173548473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/06/milo-awards.html' title='The Milo Awards'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-830353155526745933</id><published>2007-06-13T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T16:06:18.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Microdirection</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night was my third rehearsal for &lt;i style=""&gt;Hearts&lt;/i&gt;. The floor is being painted for Friday’s Milo Awards so we were in the rehearsal space which I never like. I thought Saturday was a real breakdown. Tonight was even more so. Almost line by line. Lots of looking away. And lots of real microdirection. One step here. Beat. Breathe in. Say the line. Sit on this word. I don’t know. Maybe when I own the lines a little better. Like when I’m off book next Tuesday it will feel a lot more natural. Right now I’m real mechanical. And I feel like all of the choices have been stripped from me. But it’s too early for that kind of complaint I guess. We still have to stage the fight. Not having the porch yet makes it impossible. I’m starting to feel like I’m not acting yet. And its funny but I’m not sure if I always feel like this at this point or not. It’s an odd feeling of isolation and disconnection from the other actors. Where I’m not really listen and I am over anticipating. And I’m worrying about what I look like. None of these things are good. But I’ll be off book tonight and hopefully we will be back in the theater. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-830353155526745933?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/830353155526745933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=830353155526745933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/830353155526745933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/830353155526745933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/06/microdirection.html' title='Microdirection'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-3447707911799367970</id><published>2007-06-13T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T15:33:20.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Whore</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Saturday was a killer day for me all around. First, that morning I got up and left the house by 8:30 am to drive to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hamden&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; for the Great Park Pursuit. A contest my family and I are participating that requires a visit to a state park every Saturday where we complete some kind of activity in order to complete for the top three prizes of $5000 worth of camping equipment or two Kayaks or four mountain bikes. So we hike the 1.6 miles up the Sleeping Giant to the tower to take our picture and down again all as quickly as we could and in the pouring rain. Then after my mother picks up my son J. My husband C and I drive to New Fairfield to pick up a pool that we were getting from this couple from craigslist. We had to take the whole thing apart. And I don’t know if you’ve ever taken a pool apart but it is filthy backbreaking work that went on for about 3 and half hours. And we still weren’t done but I had to bolt because I had to get to rehearsal by five and I hadn’t eaten since breakfast.     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I get to rehearsal at 10 after 5 having eaten fast food which I am completely against because it makes me feel like complete crap and well we could go into how it doesn’t jive with my politics but then we would be completely off topic. And I am a muddy sweaty stinky mess too. And exhausted. Yeah!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday, is a double rehearsal for me two hours of &lt;i style=""&gt;Heart&lt;/i&gt; followed by two hours of &lt;i style=""&gt;Sweetness.&lt;/i&gt; G is leaving early from the &lt;i style=""&gt;Heart&lt;/i&gt; rehearsal so they spend the whole time she is available on the opening which is Gracie and Mama so I don’t have to go on right away which is awesome. Because I lie on the floor and pass out. For about 20 minutes. Finally, it’s my turn to go on. So I do my thing. Using the accent I have been practicing for hours with Chris in the car rides to and from New Fairfield. Which I must say is starting to come out quite awesome! Yippee! And the director, K, is very much into breaking things down smaller and smaller. So it’s two or three lines and then we run it again mode. So I do my three lines and then when I go off to redo the entrance. K is also into private direction. Quietly to the individual so that we are working at cross purposes without knowing the other person’s purpose. I like this method a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So her private direction to me? “You know how gross you feel right now? Go with it. Dirty dirty whore.” I tried. Although, I don’t think I succeeded that well on Saturday because of sheer exhaustion. I will never ever again pack that much stuff in right before a rehearsal. It is too hard to summon the kind of energy that I need for either play.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After G left we skipped to the end where it is just Grace and Chloe. And then we get the part where Grace says she loves me and then K has Grace kiss me and I realize that I totally misread that last scene. What an ass. I totally thought that we were just sisterly. But it was okay because &lt;i style=""&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; am just sisterly. So I actually got the real shock going on when she kissed me. Not that I actually minded so much. I forgot what it was like to kiss a girl. She’s so soft. No stubble. It’s really nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then ten minute break and on to &lt;i style=""&gt;Sweetness&lt;/i&gt;. We did a little bit of reblocking and we did finally do the kiss with E. Which isn’t so bad after all. I am worried about the going into the water bit and how I am going to get myself back on stage. She keeps changing her mind. And we still don’t have the platform so I still have fear of falling to hard and dumping E and his wheel chair off of it. But the whole kicker of that rehearsal was that I needed to be off book for Wednesday. And I hadn’t even begun yet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-3447707911799367970?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/3447707911799367970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=3447707911799367970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/3447707911799367970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/3447707911799367970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/06/dirty-whore.html' title='Dirty Whore'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-3101188011072358459</id><published>2007-06-07T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T15:39:31.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Rehearsal - Sweetness and Light.</title><content type='html'>Last night was a ridiculously fun rehearsal. The cast is comprised of me (Jules), E (Jake), and J (TJ). E has to sit in his wheelchair the whole time. Playing a quadriplegic and all. And on the floor we have marked the “dock” which is this narrow two feet where all of the action is going to take place. It’s barely a foot wider than the chair so I am mighty excited about the first time we dump E off of it when we start rehearsing on it next week. We are supposed to be drinking tequila so we keep slugging off of the water filled bottle we have and at one point I came to the realization that if we really drank as much tequila as we do so far we would be slammed. So that thought led us to decide that we were going to try doing the scene and drinking tequila for real. Just to see how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I have forgotten all of the really inappropriate quadriplegic jokes that came up and I will definitely make note of them next time. There is a silly amount of laughing that happens. But we actually got the whole act blocked and an hour before schedule. And lucky them they all went out for a cocktail after. Me, I’ve barely got enough money for the gas to and from rehearsals so I begged off. But I can’t keep that up. I’ll have to dig money up from somewhere so that I can join in the revelry and do the bonding thing. Seems the only one I’m bonding with is the 18 year old stage-manager because he will let me bum the occasional smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I looked at my knees I also realized I was going to have to invest in some knee pads due to the amount of kneeling I do at the side of the wheel chair. I also spend a bunch of time sitting on E in the chair. Did I mention the kiss? Well, we didn’t stage it yet but just standing next E while J read the lines has made me even more nervous. It’s a long time. I mean a very long time. Them I have to get thrown off of him into the water where I’ve been told I will need to run into the shower in order to get drenched for my next entrance. Thank the flying spaghetti monster that it’s the last play of the evening. And whoever’s running the shower for me had better run it hot. And I hope my costume doesn’t consist of a white t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now for the hard work. I really want to have the lines down for Saturday’s rehearsal. And still no response yet from craigslist. Who would let me only put up one post asking for someone to talk to even in different states. I thought that was stupid. I need to reach as many people as possible. I doubt it’ll be easy to find someone who wants to just chat with a stranger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-3101188011072358459?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/3101188011072358459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=3101188011072358459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/3101188011072358459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/3101188011072358459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-rehearsal-sweetness-and-light.html' title='First Rehearsal - Sweetness and Light.'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-1252036021100893578</id><published>2007-06-06T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T16:04:15.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Rehearsal - Heart Suspended</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The first rehearsal was a first rehearsal. The process was to read a scene and move naturally and then go back and take a little direction on it piece by piece until K, the director, felt we were moving in the right direction. And then rerun the whole thing. We got through about ¾ of the act. M (Grace) &amp; G (Mama) were doing a southern highland’s accent and J (Tom) and I (Chloe) were doing &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Louisiana&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. It was pretty unclear to us where the show actually took place other than general “South.” Turns out J and I were wrong. Oh well. I think the easiest way for me to learn the accent would be to go off book before the next rehearsal on Saturday and I’m going to put an ad up on craigslist to see if someone from North or &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;South Carolina&lt;/st1:State&gt; or &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Georgia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; (or is &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Georgia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; lowlands too? I’ll have to look that up) is willing to converse with me for a couple of hours while I soak up their accent by immersion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;So my big shocker was that “my…unchristian like behavior” that I talk about in the show isn’t just that I have a few boyfriends and drink and smoke. No, I actually prostitute myself to get what I want. Which is much father than I was thinking. And, truthfully, makes my life a lot easier. Chloe seemed easier when I thought about her that way. I’m not chafing at my bonds of southern woman in the 50’s I have fucking broken right out of them. It made it easier to breathe life into her. I actually like Chloe a lot better now. She has more strength and more depth. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I like the cast. M is very sweet as Grace. And J is appropriately shy and earnest. And G is going to make a mean drunk. I can’t wait to stage our fight scene. I always like the physical scenes and nothing is quite as physical as a good fight scene. I also like K as a director. I guess if I was going to say that I had one complaint it would be that says “Okay. Awesome! Now if you could just…” that I no longer believe that anything is “Awesome!” But it’s better to have someone supportive than have someone who gives you nothing but criticism with no positive reinforcement. Or someone who gives you nothing. She also gives good motivation direction. She asks questions and she tells you things about your character that are very helpful. And pretty decisive too. I like that. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;After rehearsal I told K that I was freaking out about kissing E in &lt;i style=""&gt;Sweetness&lt;/i&gt; and she promised to make it comfortable for me. She even suggested that the four of us get together and do the scene while drink tequila. We drink tequila in the scene any way so she thinks it will help the mood and help us bond. And make kissing E easier. Which it probably will. I’m starting to think it’s the having the husband, C, all pissed off about me doing a show that is compounding my unease. But I’m sure I’ll get past it. Tonight is my first rehearsal for &lt;i style=""&gt;Sweetness&lt;/i&gt; and I am very much looking forward to it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-1252036021100893578?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/1252036021100893578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=1252036021100893578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/1252036021100893578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/1252036021100893578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-rehearsal-heart-suspended.html' title='First Rehearsal - Heart Suspended'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229815616911295562.post-6555650219364956794</id><published>2007-06-05T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T14:20:36.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plays</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I have just been cast in a production of three one acts by Betsey Macquire. &lt;i&gt;I am going to have to correct that spelling having just come to the embarrassing conclusion that I have no idea how the playwright spells her name. &lt;/i&gt;The plays are Heart Suspended, The Wager, and Sweetness and Light. I have been cast in two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;In &lt;i style=""&gt;Heart Suspended&lt;/i&gt; I play an older cousin by marriage, Chloe, of a girl, Grace, who lives with her alcoholic mother after her father left her years ago. I like this part. I do not like the fact that I'm going to have to do an accent. Accents have never been my thing. And it's southern which is going to drive me to all sorts of odd cliché things I'm going to have to work my ass off to avoid. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Sweetness and Light&lt;/i&gt; is about three best friends. One of whom is a quadriplegic, Jake, who wants the other two, me, Jules, and TJ to push him off the dock so that he can drown. I have a kissing scene in this one. That’s the huge challenge for this one going right in. And to make matters worse I have to kiss the quadriplegic so basically it’s all me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Tonight is the first rehearsal of &lt;i style=""&gt;Heart&lt;/i&gt;. We had a table read of all three on Friday night and I had a chance to meet the cast. I had met everyone in both of my casts before the read except for Mama from &lt;i style=""&gt;Heart&lt;/i&gt;. So that was comforting on some levels. I’ve worked with E who will be playing Jake in &lt;i style=""&gt;Sweetness &lt;/i&gt;in another one act called &lt;i style=""&gt;Stiff Cuff.&lt;/i&gt; Funny that was my only other stage kiss before and it was with him. I’m excited and as always scared that I won’t be able to live up the part. Here’s hoping all goes well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I also wanted to give credit for the title of my blog. I was reading a blog about acting technique and I read that phrase the courage to be calm and I realized that was exactly what I needed to quell my unbelievable stage fright that sometimes makes it hard to just be natural on stage. And it really works. But I can’t give actual linky credit because I can’t remember where I read it. So I am going to keep on looking and looking and will give a link when I find it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229815616911295562-6555650219364956794?l=couragetobecalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/feeds/6555650219364956794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229815616911295562&amp;postID=6555650219364956794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/6555650219364956794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229815616911295562/posts/default/6555650219364956794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couragetobecalm.blogspot.com/2007/06/plays.html' title='The Plays'/><author><name>Muzak Box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585352039068306494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.43things.com/profile/432266s75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
